[Following (an embarrassingly short time) after this exchange concludes.]
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires.
Which is to say: Hello. It's very cold out. I hope you have likewise taken to seeking your household fire.
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I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
Which is to say: Hello. It's very cold out. I hope you have likewise taken to seeking your household fire.