Nor come the heavenly sun and bathing blue
To my life’s need more splendid and unearn’d
Than hath thy gift outmatch’d desire and due.
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Winter was not unkind because uncouth;
His prison’d time made me a closer guest,
And gave thy graciousness a warmer zest,
Biting all else with keen and angry tooth:
And bravelier the triumphant blood of youth
Mantling thy cheek its happy home possest,