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Author: Wendy Y. Tucker
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled vinestems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their househo Hardy, Thomas
