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Chained is the Spring. The Night-wind bold / Blows over the hard earth; / Time is not more confused and cold, / Nor keeps more wintry mirth.
Yet blow, and roll the world about -- / Blow, Time, blow, winter's Wind!
Through chinks of time heaven peepeth out, / And Spring the frost behind.