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And crusted the moist snow with sparkling salt;
Brooks, their one bridges, stop,
And icicles in
And tench in water-holes
Lurk under gluey glass like fish in bowls.
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And tinkling trees ice-bound,
Changed into weeping willows, sweep the ground;
Dead
And ferns on windows shoot their ghostly fronds.
But vainly
Interns poor fish, ranks trees in an armed host,
Hangs daggers from house-eaves
And on the
In the long war grown warmer
The sun will strike him dead and strip his armour.<ref>{{cite web |url = https://allpoetry.com/Hard-Frost |title= poem: Hard Frost |accessdate= 8 April 2018 }}</ref></poem></blockquote>
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