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A VISION OF SPRING IN WINTER.
ii.
Veiled with what visions while the grey world grieves,
Or muffled with what shadows of green leaves,
What warm intangible green shadows spread
To sweeten the sweet twilight for thy bed?
What sleep enchants thee? what delight deceives?
Where the deep dreamlike dew before the dawn
Feels not the fingers of the sunlight yet
Its silver web unweave,
Thy footless ghost on some unfooted lawn
Whose air the unrisen sunbeams fear to fret
Lives a ghost's life of daylong dawn and eve.
iii.
Large nightfall, nor imperial plenilune,
Nor strong sweet shape of the full‑breasted noon;
But where the silver‑sandalled shadows are,
