Winter Is Good-his Hoar Delights

Emily Dickinson

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Winter is good—his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World—

Generic as a Quarry
And hearty—as a Rose—
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.

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