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In a drear-nighted December / Too happy, happy tree, / Thy branches ne'er remember / Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them, / With a sleety whistle through them / Nor frozen thawings glue them / From budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted December, / Too happy, happy brook, / Thy bubblings ne'er remember / Apollo's summer look; / But with a sweet forgetting, / They stay their crystal fretting, / Never, never petting / About the frozen time.
Ah! would 'twere so with many / A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any / Writh'd not at passèd joy?
To know the change and feel it, / When there is none to heal it, / Nor numbèd sense to steal it, / Was never said in rhyme.