BY OUR POETICAL EDITOR. - AMENDED BY OUR CYNICAL EDITOR.
CLEAR and cold, while 'neath the starlight
Swiftly flying o'er the snow
(Comes a numbing, dead sensation
Over every chilly toe).
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From the runners, feathery cloudlets
See the whirling snow-dust fly
(While the tears in slow procession
Drop from every smarting eye).
In this wintry world, my darling,
With the stars we are alone
(Save the presence of a fretful,
Fat, and freezing chaperone).
See where through the thickest darkness
Dull and red the firelight glows
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