XXII.
OO WINTER! wilt thou never, never go?O Summer! but I weary for thy coming;Longing once more to hear the Luggie flow,And frugal bees laboriously humming.Now, the east wind diseases the infirm,And I must crouch in corners from rough weather.Sometimes a winter sunset is a charm—When the fired clouds, compacted, blaze together,And the large sun dips, red, behind the hills.I, from my window, can behold this pleasure;And the eternal moon, what time she fillsHer orb with argent, treading a soft measure,With queenly motion of a bridal mood,Through the white spaces of infinitude.
OO WINTER! wilt thou never, never go?O Summer! but I weary for thy coming;Longing once more to hear the Luggie flow,And frugal bees laboriously humming.Now, the east wind diseases the infirm,And I must crouch in corners from rough weather.Sometimes a winter sunset is a charm—When the fired clouds, compacted, blaze together,And the large sun dips, red, behind the hills.I, from my window, can behold this pleasure;And the eternal moon, what time she fillsHer orb with argent, treading a soft measure,With queenly motion of a bridal mood,Through the white spaces of infinitude.
OO WINTER! wilt thou never, never go?O Summer! but I weary for thy coming;Longing once more to hear the Luggie flow,And frugal bees laboriously humming.Now, the east wind diseases the infirm,And I must crouch in corners from rough weather.Sometimes a winter sunset is a charm—When the fired clouds, compacted, blaze together,And the large sun dips, red, behind the hills.I, from my window, can behold this pleasure;And the eternal moon, what time she fillsHer orb with argent, treading a soft measure,With queenly motion of a bridal mood,Through the white spaces of infinitude.
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