Before the ice is in the pools
Before the ice is in the pools
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
What we touch the hems of
On a summer’s day
What is only walking
Just a bridge away
That which sings so speaks so
When there’s no one here
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
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