IN THE CHRISTMAS WOODS _Being the introductory essay of a series on observations of nature through the year_ Along the serried slopes a white shape creeps, Through oak-fringed cañon ways, and up the steeps, A mystery of silent, shrouding deeps; Like spirit touching earth while Nature sleeps.…
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