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People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare read more
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
 The frost performs its secret ministry,
 Unhelped by any wind.  
 The frost performs its secret ministry,
 Unhelped by any wind. 
 Every Fern is tucked and set,
 'Neath coverlet,
  Downy and soft and warm.  
 Every Fern is tucked and set,
 'Neath coverlet,
  Downy and soft and warm. 
Every mile is two in winter.
Every mile is two in winter.
 Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
 Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
  Seems read more 
 Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
 Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
  Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
   Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
    And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
     The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
      Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
       Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
        In a tumultuous privacy of storm. 
 There's a certain Slant of light,
 Winter Afternoons--
  That oppresses, like the Heft
   Of read more 
 There's a certain Slant of light,
 Winter Afternoons--
  That oppresses, like the Heft
   Of Cathedral Tunes-- 
 Winter is icumen in,
 Lhude sing Goddamm,
  Raineth drop and staineth slop,
   And how read more 
 Winter is icumen in,
 Lhude sing Goddamm,
  Raineth drop and staineth slop,
   And how the wind doth ramm!
    Sing: Goddamm. 
 Yet all how beautiful! Pillars of pearl
 Propping the cliffs above, stalactites bright
  From the ice roof read more 
 Yet all how beautiful! Pillars of pearl
 Propping the cliffs above, stalactites bright
  From the ice roof depending; and beneath,
   Grottoes and temples with their crystal spires
    And gleaming columns radiant in the sun. 
 Every winter,
 When the great sun has turned his face away,
  The earth goes down into a read more 
 Every winter,
 When the great sun has turned his face away,
  The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
   And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
    Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay--
     Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.