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ON WINTER PANES 



In winter days on window panes 



Fair summers dream their gladness o'er, 

 And grow dim, shadowy, restful lanes 



Of elm-tree and of sycamore. 



/ watch the glass, and watching see 

 Dear summers flushed with radiant June 



And hear the song bird wild with glee, 

 And insects drone their drowsy tune. 



I see far mountains wrappea in blue 

 And clouds that drift along the sky, 



And valleys where with variant hue 



The wild flowers bloom and blooming die 



