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Will you come as of old with singing, / And shall I hear as of old? / Shall I rush to open the window / In spite of the arrowy cold?
Ah no, my dear, ah no, / I shall sit by the fire reading, / Though you sing half the night in the snow / I shall not be heeding.
Though your voice remembers the forest, / The warm green light and the birds, / Though you gather the sea in your singing / And pour its sound into words,
Even so, my dear, even so, / I shall not heed you at all; / Though your shoulders are white with snow, / Though you strain your voice to a call, / I shall drowse and the fire will drowse, / The draught will be cold on the floor, / The clock running down, / Snow banking the door.