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"Christmas and whitened winter passed away, And over me the April sunshine came, Made very awful with black hail-clouds, yea

"And in the Summer I grew white with flame, And bowed my head down—Autumn, and the sick Sure knowledge things would never be the same,

"However often Spring might be most thick Of blossoms and buds, smote on me, and I grew Careless of most things, let the clock tick, tick,

"To my unhappy pulse, that beat right through My eager body; while I laughed out loud. And let my lips curl up at false or true,

"Seemed cold and shallow without any cloud. Behold my judges, then the cloths were brought: While I was dizzied thus, old thoughts would crowd,

"Belonging to the time ere I was bought By Arthur's great name and his little love, Must I give up for ever then, I thought,

"That which I deemed would ever round me move Glorifying all things; for a little word, Scarce ever meant at all, must I now prove

"Stone-cold for ever? Pray you, does the Lord Will that all folks should be quite happy and good? I love God now a little, if this cord

"Were broken, once for all what striving could Make me love anything in earth or heaven. So day by day it grew, as if one should