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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. 
I 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 wrapped in blue 
And clouds that drift along the sky, 
And valleys where with variant hue 
The wild flowers bloom and blooming die 
