Till the rounded moon shall grow

Great above the eastern snow,

Shining into burnished gold;

And the silver earth outrolled,

In the misty yellow light,

Shall take on the width of night.

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WINTER-STORE

Subtly conscious, all awake,

Let us clear our eyes, and break

Through the cloudy chrysalis,

See the wonder as it is.

Down a narrow alley, blind,

Touch and vision, heart and mind;

Turned sharply inward, still we plod,

Till the calmly smiling god

Leaves us, and our spirits grow

More thin, more acrid, as we go.

Creeping by the sullen wall,

We forego the power to see,

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