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On this midwinter afternoon, / When all the sky is cold and grey, / What power can change the white world's rune / To a midsummer holiday?
The branches of the leafless trees, / Bent in the pathway of the storm, / Give up their buds to orchard bees, / The atmosphere is soft and warm.
And from a thousand rose-hearts, too, / The air delicious fragrance yields; / The birds fly up against the blue, / The Summer ripens on the fields.
Thou art with me! This happy thought, / That all the birds of love unchains / To the white world, has Summer brought / Through warmth of Summer in my veins.