I have one of sprites and goblins. And dress by yellow candlelight. In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape . . . I think I know.
Every mile is two in winter.
Through the white and drifted snow. For summer being done, all things stand upon them with a weather-beaten face, and the whole country, full of woods and thickets, represented a wild and savage hue. It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. The first crossword puzzle was printed in the Sunday New York World on Dec. 21, 1913.