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Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee

Whether the summer clothe the general earth

With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing

Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch

Of mossy apple-tree....

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

An excerpt from 'Frost at Midnight.'

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