Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain:
As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.
Keats (The Eve of St. Agnes).
Madeline is lying asleep in bed—but the last line could be used in quite another sense as prettily expressing rejuvenation.
Beneath the moonlight and the snow
Lies dead my latest year;
The winter winds are wailing low
Its dirges in my ear.
I grieve not with the moaning wind