With silenced hearts we hold,
The summer's sunlit gold,
And things we know,
No longer know,
In winter's crystal mold.
The season passes on,
The things that once were known,
Have faded in the snows
And August's dying glow.
The January rains
Bring forth the spring again,
And somewhere,
In our deepest mind,
We find the light again.
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