The Wheel

THROUGH winter-time we call on spring,

And through the spring on summer call,

And when abounding hedges ring

Declare that winters best of all;

And after that there s nothing good

Because the spring-time has not come -

Nor know that what disturbs our blood

Is but its longing for the tomb.

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