Shadows (Howe)/"Hoar-frost like Ashes"

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"HOAR-FROST LIKE ASHES"
AN autumn field gave back the moon's wan smile;
Each gazed at each, like lovers pale and fair;
 ​When morning came and wondering laughed awhile,
 An ashen glory lingered everywhere.

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