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/ When the ice was thick on the flower-beds, / And the sleet was caked on the briar; / When the frost was down in the brown bulb's heads, / And the ways were clogged with mire:
/ When the snow on syringa and spirea-tree / Seemed the ghosts of perished flowers; / And the days were sorry as sorry could be, / And Time limped, cursing his fardel of hours: