Frost
He went to the windows of those who slept,
And over each pane like a fairy crept:
Wherever he breathed, wherever he stept,
By the light of the moon was seen most beautiful things.
There were flowers and trees, there were bevvies of birds and swarms of bees,
There were cities, thrones, temples and towers, and these
All pictured in silver sheen.
Hannah Flagg Gould
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