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He halted in the wind, and -- what was that / Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought, / And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said; / And truly it was fair enough for flowers / Had we but in us to assume in March / Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world, / Myself as one his own pretense deceives; / And then I said the truth (and we moved on): / A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.