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11
XXI
DECEMBER
Flowerless December, but this morn
Of whirling rain and ruining cloud
Behold! a flower of light is born
By all heaven's gentleness o'erbow'd;
Of whirling rain and ruining cloud
Behold! a flower of light is born
By all heaven's gentleness o'erbow'd;
Earth-born, yet scarce to earth akin;
The chalice opening late; no rose—
That is for youth; yet peer within!
Like gold the lily-pollen glows.
The chalice opening late; no rose—
That is for youth; yet peer within!
Like gold the lily-pollen glows.
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