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Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee

Whether the summer clothe the general earth

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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.'