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The fields of ice spread, straitening, Eastward, Westward;
The dull sky darkles, threatening, earth above;
The air of birds is empty, winging questward
To Light and Love.
The dull sky darkles, threatening, earth above;
The air of birds is empty, winging questward
To Light and Love.
Forgotten have the forests life and leaving;
Beneath the frosts of February dumb,
The world-all cow'rs, unhoping, unbelieving
In Spring to come.
Beneath the frosts of February dumb,
The world-all cow'rs, unhoping, unbelieving
In Spring to come.
Love in your eyes died down with Autumn ending;
It fled, like birds, afar with Winter time.
Will it, as they, return, when Spring, descending,
Brings back the Prime?
It fled, like birds, afar with Winter time.
Will it, as they, return, when Spring, descending,
Brings back the Prime?
I know not, I; but this I know, that, ever,
When Winter slackens from the woods and fields,
Each year my straitened breast to Spring's endeavour
Uneather yields;
When Winter slackens from the woods and fields,
Each year my straitened breast to Spring's endeavour
Uneather yields;
And soon, meseems, like some old beggar, chosen,
When hope is past the healing, to be king,
My overweathered heart will be too frozen
To welcome Spring.
When hope is past the healing, to be king,
My overweathered heart will be too frozen
To welcome Spring.
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