Winter Fields

A field of white,
A hill beyond.
The soft cloud
So gently flown.
Before mist lies
A gate, and shown
A path no man
Shall tread, for ice.

The cattle kneel
Upon the banks.
A man and dog
Among the ranks.
The bells do ring,
The rapid flanks.
Winter's so deep
Twelfth Night, alas.
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