O'er the meadow's darkened mist;
A silver sphere rises
In the northern sky amidst
A glinting cosmic wonder
Of starlight aura glow,
Glistening--e'er whimsically--
Upon a sheet of powder snow;
As each lies in wait
For that single moment, true,
In melancholic solitude:
The Rite of Beginnings Anew.
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