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The frail eidolons of all blossoms Spring, / Year after year, about the forest tossed, / The magic touch of the enchanter, Frost, / Back from the Heaven of the Flow'rs doth bring; / Each branch and bush in silence visiting / With phantom beauty of its blooms long lost: / Each dead weed bends, white-haunted of its ghost, / Each dead flower stands ghostly with blossoming. / This is the wonder-legend Nature tells / To the gray moon and mist a winter's night; / The fairy-tale, which her weird fancy 'spells / With all the glamour of her soul's delight: / Before the summoning sorcery of her eyes / Making her spirit's dream materialize.