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Archibald Lampman - Winter Break
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All day between high-curded clouds the sun
 Shone down like summer on the steaming planks.
 The long, bright icicles in dwindling ranks
 Dripped from the murmuring eaves till one by one
 They fell. As if the spring had now begun,
 The quilted snow, sun-softened to the core,
 Loosened and shunted with a sudden roar
 From downward roofs. Not even with day done
 Had ceased the sound of waters, but all night
 I heard it. In my dreams forgetfully bright
 Methought I wandered in the April woods,
 Where many a silver-piping sparrow was,
 By gurgling brooks and spouting solitudes,
 And stooped, and laughed, and plucked hepaticas.
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