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9825	Jackson, Helen Hunt	A Calendar of Sonnets			.txt	text/plain	1353	122	95	Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose. Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; Fit days, ere yet the spring rains blur the sight, Fit days, to give to last year's losses heed, Fit days, for Feast of Expiation placed! Month which the warring ancients strangely styled Were any month of peace!--in thy rough days Like pregnant mother the sweet earth doth yearn; In secret joy makes ready for the spring; No blossom blooms upon thy brightest day In aged hearts which in thy sunshine lie, Joy of blossomed love, for thee Germs for thy future summers on the earth. The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung And spend whole seasons on a single day. The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; This is the treacherous month when autumn days What profit from the violet's day of pain?	./cache/9825.txt	./txt/9825.txt