Frost After Midnight

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The Frost performs its secret ministry

While I perform my own. My victim's cries

Come loud - and hark, again - but then no more

The inmates of the cottage, all at rest,

Leaving me to a solitude which sutis

My morbid musings: glance down at my side

In death my infant slumbers peacefully


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