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The regal Night tramps grandly on,
  The still stars flame;
And high in heaven the cold, calm moon
  Shines on, the same;
Pallid and white the great earth lies,—
  A conquered thing,—
Submissive to the stern decrees
  Of Winter-King.

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TWO SEASONS OF LIFE.

We were children together, he and I:
Oh, beautiful morning! oh, rare, sweet sky!
We roamed together through wood and field,
We drank the honey the wild bees yield;
We crushed the buttercup under our tread,
And its gold dust gilded the daisy's bed;
We sat through sunsets rich and rare,
With our faces lifted, our brown heads bare,
To catch the glory that rippled down
Over the meadow, and river, and town.

We watched the Tuscany roses bloom;
We breathed the hyacinth's faint perfume;
We trampled the clover so lush and sweet,
To find where the strawberries hid from the heat;
And up on the swell of the breezy hills,
We sat through the subtle twilight stills;