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Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine? / This winter of a silent poet's heart / Is suddenly sweet with thee, but what thou art, / Mid-winter flower, I would I could divine.
Art thou a last one, orphan of thy line? / Did the dead summer's last warmth foster thee? / Or is Spring folded up unguessed in me, / And stirring out of sight, -- and thou the sign?
Where shall I look -- backwards or to the morrow / For others of thy fragrance, secret child? / Who knows if last things or if first things claim thee?
-- Whether thou be the last smile of my sorrow, / Or else a joy too sweet, a joy too wild? / How, my December violet, shall I name thee?