How chill the soft air meets ones face & yet
The winds so weak as een the ryhme flake light
On every twig like feathers closly set
Clings unmolestedly from morn till night
A novel shew for those who love to range
In noveltys of nature—hoary scene
To turn to summer now how odd a change
Woods white as is the clouds that once were green
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