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WHEN the spring comes round, and a certain day / Looks out from the brume by the eastern copsetrees / And says, Remember, / I begin again, as if it were new, / A day of like date I once lived through, / Whiling it hour by hour away; / So shall I do till my December, / When spring comes round.
I take my holiday then and my rest / Away from the dun life here about me, / Old hours re-greeting / With the quiet sense that bring they must / Such throbs as at first, till I house with dust, / And in the numbness my heartsome zest / For things that were, be past repeating / When spring comes round.