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A VISION OF SPRING IN WINTER.
And kindles with her own mouth's colouring
The fearful firstlings of the plumeless boughs.
v.
Fair face that art not, how thy maiden breath
Shall put at last the deadly days to death
And fill the fields and fire the woods with thee
And seaward hollows where my feet would be
When heaven shall hear the word that April saith
To change the cold heart of the weary time,
To stir and soften all the time to tears,
Tears joyfuller than mirth;
As even to May's clear height the young days climb
With feet not swifter than those fair first years
Whose flowers revive not with thy flowers on earth.
vi.
One good thing youth has given and borne away;
I crave not any comfort of the day
