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I. "I belt the morn with ribboned mist; / With baldricked blue I gird the noon, / And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed, / White-buckled with the hunter's moon.
"These follow me," the season says: / "Mine is the frost-pale hand that packs / Their scrips, and speeds them on their ways, / With gipsy gold that weighs their backs."