I WHO all the winter through

Cherished other loves than you,

And kept hands with hoary¹ policy in marriage-bed and pew;

Now I know the false and true,

For the earnest sun looks through,

And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.

Now the hedged meads renew

Rustic² odour, smiling hue³,

And the clean air shines and tinkles⁴ as the world goes wheeling through;

And my heart springs up anew,

Bright and confident and true,

And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.

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