There really is something prestidigitational about the apologetic simile(s) phasing in and out of the text - you've left the trees behind by stanza 3 when all the fresh snow is a pristine maizeless field of innocence - and then you get branches and leaves on that as well. In the trance of poesised delirium these things bring about, the declarative and neatly prosaic statement, stanzas penultimate-ultimate, creates an empty field all of its own.
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