Have you read the poem? Note these lines: I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day . So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware.
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