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by percy bischelli by christian clark the cold earth swept below as the cold sky shone and all around was a chilling sound from caves of ice and fields of snow the breath of night like death did flow beneath the sinking moon the wintry hedge was black the green grass was not seen the birdstead rested on the bare thorns breast whose roots beside the pathway track had bound their folds over many a crack which the frost had made between thine eyes glowed in the glare of the moon's nightlight as the fen fires beams on a silica stream gleamed dimly so the moon shone there and it yellowed the strings of thy raven hair that shook the wind of night the moon made thy lips pale beloved the wind made thy bosom chill the night that shed on thy dear head its frozen dew doubt that lie where the bitter breath of the naked sky might visit thee at will the
