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The Wind Of The World
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Chained is the Spring. The Night-wind bold
Blows over the hard earth;
Time is not more confused and cold,
Nor keeps more wintry mirth.

Yet blow, and roll the world about–
Blow, Time, blow, winter’s Wind!
Through chinks of time heaven peepeth out,
And Spring the frost behind.