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(The following is from William Morris' poem "Meeting in Winter")

Sweet is that, as all is sweet;

For the white drift shalt thou meet,

Kind and cold-cheeked and mine own,

Wrapped about with deep-furred gown

In the broad-wheeled chariot:

Then the north shall spare us not;

The wide-reaching waste of snow

Wilder, lonelier yet shall grow

As the reddened sun falls down.

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Bottled up in a sealed container

Time like throwing knives piercing tattered sunlight

Rays crash falling in and out of a velvet ocean

Blistering heat scorching the inner parts of the soul

Blight spreading through the skin

Contrasting creatures see red

and they begin...