Lines: The cold earth slept below

The cold earth slept below;
        Above the cold sky shone;
               And all around,
               With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
               Beneath the sinking moon.
The wintry hedge was black;
        The green grass was not seen;
               The birds did rest
               On the bare thorn’s breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o’er many a crack
               Which the frost had made between.
Thine eyes glow’d in the glare
        Of the moon’s dying light;
               As a fen—fire’s beam
               On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,
And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
               That shook in the wind of night.
The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
        The wind made thy bosom chill;
               The night did shed
               On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
               Might visit thee at will.
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