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For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

[From Atalanta in Calydon by A.C. Swinburne,
quoted in Kathleen Eagle's The Night Remembers]