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Night has fallen fully now, yet brought 

 no dark. The sky is aflame with stars, 

 burning big and white in its clear round. 

 A wind comes out of the north crisp, sting- 

 ing, deadly. Morning will shine over ice 

 on roadside pools a world thick-powdered 

 with diamonds of the frost. Get you in to 

 the fireside, there to sit close, forgetting this 

 nipping, eager air. You feel the blowing of 

 it. Inferior animals, so-called, were warned 

 of it at sundown. 



