The font of this poem looks like it has been outside in today's high winds - all whipped and wispy.
"While the slant sun of February pours into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The encrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, and the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering."
- - William Cullen Bryant
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