The Wind of the World

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The Wind of the World

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.