XIV
An age ago I looked for you
In silver frost and rainbow dew,
In winter white and winter blue.
In silver frost and rainbow dew,
In winter white and winter blue.
I peeped among the daffodils,
I searched the gloaming, when it stills
The clamour of a hundred trills.
I searched the gloaming, when it stills
The clamour of a hundred trills.
Into the darkness I would pry,
Where discontented waters try
To capture moons from every sky.
Where discontented waters try
To capture moons from every sky.
But wisdom came, and then I tried
To find a place where you could hide.
To find a place where you could hide.
A shaft of sun could be a screen,
For in the shimmer and the sheen
Your brightness might escape unseen.
For in the shimmer and the sheen
Your brightness might escape unseen.
The whitest rose would be a place
Where you could hope to hide your face,
Protected by a double grace.
Where you could hope to hide your face,
Protected by a double grace.
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