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Before the ice is in the pools –
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow –
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
What we touch the hems of
On a summer’s day –
What is only walking
Just a bridge away –
That which sings so – speaks so –
When there’s no one here –
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
