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Bare are the boughs where Love took cover, / Once in the spring: / Nor bird to bird, nor lover to lover, / Whisper or sing.
A low moon floodeth the level meadows / With frosty light: / Sheep come softly through mist as shadows, / Grey in the night.
And over pasture and plough and fallow / My dreams go, / For thy mouth to kiss and thine hands to hallow, / Thine heart to know.