The bulk of frost that fell <br />fell <br />on the sacred streets and <br />the more sacred temples and <br />the churches white <br />as the glum stars of night <br />and pale as trees and <br />bushes trembling in cats in <br />Hastings Gardens.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bulk-of-frost-that-fell/
