Jack frost

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导读：The door was shut, as doors should be,　　Before you went to bed last night;　　Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,　　And left your window silver white.　　He must have waited till you slept;　　And not a single word he spoke,　　But penciled o er the panes and crept　　Away again before you woke.　　And now you cannot see the hills　　Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;　　But there are fairer things than these　　His fingers traced on every pane.