To drive a swine through the hanks of yarn, a sybarite on the virgin pall, winter whitened fields • we who sleep must now awake-those who rest we set to work • spring thrust it stake through frigid rime, hoarfrost cluster the snow-line down, to incite the fields • we who sleep must now awake-those who rest we leave behind
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