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Before my window in days of winter hoar	A
Huddled a mournful wood	B
Smooth pillars of beech domed chestnut sycamore	A
In stony sleep they stood	B
But you unhappy elm the angry west	C
Had chosen from the rest	C
Flung broken on your brothers' branches bare	D
And left you leaning there	D
So dead that when the breath of winter cast	E
Wild snow upon the blast	E
The other living branches downward bowed	F
Shook free their crystal shroud	F
And shed upon your blackened trunk beneath	G
Their livery of death	H
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On windless nights between the beechen bars	I
I watched cold stars	I
Throb whitely in the sky and dreamily	J
Wondered if any life lay locked in thee	K
If still the hidden sap secretly moved	L
As water in the icy winterbourne	M
Floweth unheard	N
And half I pitied you your trance forlorn	M
You could not hear I thought the voice of any bird	N
The shadowy cries of bats in dim twilight	O
Or cool voices of owls crying by night	O
Hunting by night under the horn d moon	P
Yet half I envied you your wintry swoon	P
Till on this morning mild the sun new risen	Q
Steals from his misty prison	Q
The frozen fallows glow the black trees shaken	Q
In a clear flood of sunlight vibrating awaken	Q
And lo your ravaged bole beyond belief	R
Slenderly fledged anew with tender leaf	R
As pale as those twin vanes that break at last	E
In a tiny fan above the black beech mast	E
Where no blade springeth green	S
But pallid bells of the shy helleborine	S
What is this ecstasy that overwhelms	T
The dreaming earth See the embrown d elms	T
Crowding purple distances warm the depths of the wood	B
A new born wind tosses their tassels brown	S
His white clouds dapple the down	S
Into a green flame bursting the hedgerows stand	U
Soon with banners flying Spring will walk the land	U
	-
There is no day for thee my soul like this	V
No spring of lovely words Nay even the kiss	V
Of mortal love that maketh man divine	S
This light cannot outshine	S
Nay even poets they whose frail hands catch	W
The shadow of vanishing beauty may not match	W
This leafy ecstasy Sweet words may cull	J
Such magical beauty as time may not destroy	X
But we alas are not more beautiful	J
We cannot flower in beauty as in joy	X
We sing our mus d words are sped and then	S
Poets are only men	S
Who age and toil and sicken This maim'd tree	K
May stand in leaf when I have ceased to be	K

Francis Brett Young

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