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|A Poet’s Fancies|
To One Poem in a Silent Time
Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine?|
This winter of a silent poet’s heart
Is suddenly sweet with thee. But what thou art,
Mid-winter flower, I would I could divine.
Art thou a last one, orphan of thy line?|
Did the dead summer’s last warmth foster thee?
Or is Spring folded up unguessed in me,
And stirring out of sight,and thou the sign?
Where shall I lookbackwards or to the morrow|
For others of thy fragrance, secret child?
Who knows if last things or if first things claim thee?
Whether thou be the last smile of my sorrow,|
Or else a joy too sweet, a joy too wild,
How, my December violet, shall I name thee?
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