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/ When the snow was deep on the flower-beds, / And the sleet was caked on the brier; / When the frost was down in the brown bulbs' heads, / And the ways were clogged with mire;
/ When the wind to syringa and bare rose-tree / Brought the phantoms of vanished flowers, / And the days were sorry as sorry could be, / And Time limped cursing his fardle of hours: