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Rich is the fancy which can double back / All seeming forms, and from cold icicles / Build up high glittering palaces where dwells / Summer perfection, moulding all this wrack / To spirit symmetry, and doth not lack / The power to hear amidst the funeral bells / The eternal heart's wind-melody which swells / In whirlwind flashes all along its track!
So hath the sun made all the winter mine / With gardens springing round me fresh and fair; / On hidden leaves uncounted jewels shine; / I live with forms of beauty everywhere, / Peopling the crumbling waste and icy pool / With sights and sounds of life most beautiful.