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@@ -86,3 +86,111 @@ Just they and I, with no need of reproof,
 And thank the thorns for making a hale fence,
 The compost for being my winter blanket.
 '''
+
+-----
+
+## Analysis
+
+### Related
+
+"Winter" by Edward Esch
+
+'''
+I.
+The snow is falling,
+sleeping,
+whispering,
+dreaming of water.
+
+II.
+Gold, silver, iron, stone;
+pure and gentle, silently melting,
+the sun sings softly through the quiet ice.
+
+III.
+A single snowflake awakens,
+shimmers,
+glows,
+watches the world with weary eyes,
+darkens,
+settles,
+and disappears.
+'''
+
+From "Mid-Winter Songs" by Morten Lauridsen, text by Robert Graves
+
+'''
+*Lament for Pasiphaë*
+
+Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
+My eye, dazzled with tears, shall dazzle yours
+Conjuring you to shine and not to move
+You, sun, and I all afternoon have laboured
+Beneath a dewless and oppressive cloud--
+A fleece now gilded with our commen grief
+That this must be a night without a moon
+Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
+
+Faithless she was not: she was very woman
+Smiling with dire impartiality
+Sovereign, with heart unmatched, adored of men
+Until Spring's cuckoo with bedraggled plumes
+Tempted her pity and her truth betrayed
+Then she who shone for all resigned her being
+And this must be a night without a moon
+Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
+
+*Like Snow*
+
+She, then, like snow in a dark night
+Fell secretly. And the world waked
+With dazzling of the drowsy eye
+So that some muttered 'Too much light,'
+And drew the curtains close
+Like snow, warmer than fingers feared
+And to soil friendly;
+Holding the histories of the night
+In yet unmelted tracks
+
+*She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep*
+
+She tells her love while half asleep
+In the dark hours
+With half-words whispered low:
+
+As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
+And puts out grass and flowers
+Despite the snow
+Despite the falling snow
+
+*Mid-Winter Waking*
+
+Stirring suddenly from long hibernation
+I knew myself once more a poet
+Guarded by timeless prinicipalities
+Against the worm of death, this hillside haunting;
+And presently dared open both my eyes
+
+O gracious, lofty, shone against from under
+Back-of-the-mind-far clouds like towers;
+And you, sudden warm airs that blow
+Before the expected season of new blossom
+While sheep still gnaw at roots and lambless go--
+
+Be witness that on waking, this mid-winter
+I foudn her hand in mine laid closely
+Who hsall watch out the Spring with me
+We stared in silence all around us
+But found no winter anywhere to see
+
+*Intercession in Late October*
+
+How hard the year dies: no frost yet
+On drifts of yellow sand Midas reclines
+Fearless of moaning reed or sullen wave
+Firm and fragrant still the brambleberries
+On ivy-bloom butterflies wag
+
+Spare him a little longer, Crone
+For his clean hands and love-submissive heart
+'''