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A Winter Eden Poem

A Winter Eden Poem By Robert Frost

A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conIes now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradIse as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.

It lifts eXIstence on a plane of snow
One levellugher than the earth below,
One level nearer heaven overhead,
And last year’s berries shinmg scarlet red.

It lifts a gaunt luxurIating beast
Where he can stletch and hold hIS hIghest feast
On some wild apple tree’s young tender bark,
What well may prove the year’s high girdle mark.

So near to paradise all pairing ends:
Here loveless birds now flock as winter friends,
Content with bud-inspecting. They presume
To say which buds are leaf and whIch are bloom.

A feather-hammer gives a double knock,
This Eden day is done at two o’clock.
An hour of winter day might seem too short
To make it worth life’s while to wake and sport.

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