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Now and Then
Bare trees black against the south’s cold brightness
where the sun is climbing from cloud to its low noon.
The wind-swept flat horizon
under the high-cloud-mottled pallid blue
offers all colours equally subdued.
Winter beauty’s in tune
with love parted, which is in no way less
itself for that, but can’t show all it is.