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Sleep first, / And let the storm and winter do their worst; / Let all the garden lie / Bare to the angry sky, / The shed leaves shiver and die / Above your bed; / Let the white coverlet / Of sunlit snow be set / Over your sleeping head, / While in the earth you sleep / Where dreams are dear and deep, / And heed nor wind nor snow, / Nor how the dark moons go.
In this sad upper world where Winter's hand / Has bound with chains of ice the weary land.
Then wake / To see the whole world lovely for Spring's sake; / The garden fresh and fair / With green things everywhere, / And winter's want and care / Banished and fled; / Primrose and violet / In every border set, / With rain and sunshine fed.
Then bless the fairy song / That cradled you so long, / And bless the fairy kiss / That wakened you to this -- / A world where Winter's dead and Spring doth reign / And lovers whisper in the budding lane.