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How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. – Thomas Moore

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.” — Basho

That look’d As though an angel, in his upward flight, Had left his mantle floating in mid-air. – Joanna Baillie