A Clear Day
The naked boughs of the birch-trees
Are hoary, as if in froth.
The grove's like a herd of reindeer
Hudding in the frost.
The day to today is so splendid
That I've no words at all.
The shadows of aspen wood fences
On the snow like a ladder fall.
Decked in their garments of sunshine,
Dear little darling birds,
Gray sparrows appear like finches,
Finner that any words.
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