  A dull, pink evening sky, A white ridge shadow-streaked below, The tall, dark trees near by,— In the deep snow. Two horses, one is white, As white as is the new-fall’n snow, The other black as darkest night,— Along the highway go. One, emblem of the parting day, The other, of approaching night, And o’er the hill the rosy ray Of this one hour’s delight. |
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