The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
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A masterstroke work, that weaves together a haunting vision of winters stark beauty in an eloquent poem to one of my favourite seasons.