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The Unloosening

by John Frederick Freeman

Winter was weary. All his snows were failing--

Still from his stiff grey head he shook the rime

Upon the grasses, bushes and broad hedges,

But all was lost in the new touch of Time.

And the bright-glob'd hedges were all ruddy,

As though warm sunset glowed perpetual.

The myriad swinging tassels of first hazel,

From purple to pale gold, were swinging all

In the soft wind, no more afraid of Winter.

Nor chaffinch, wren, nor lark was now afraid.

And Winter heard, or (ears too hard of hearing)

Snuffed the South-West that in his cold hair played.

And his hands trembled. Then with voice a-quaver

He called the East Wind, and the black East ran,

Roofing the sky with iron, and in the darkness

Winter crept out and chilled the earth again.

And while men slept the still pools were frozen,

Mosses were white, with ice the long grasses bowed;

The hawthorn buds and the greening honeysuckle

Froze, and the birds were dumb under that cloud.

And men and beasts were dulled, and children even

Less merry, under that low iron dome.

Early the patient rooks and starlings gathered;

Any warm narrow place for men was home.

And Winter laughed, but the third night grew weary,

And slept all heavy, till the East Wind thought him dead.

Then the returning South West in his nostrils

Breathed, and his snows melted. And his head

Uplifting, he saw all the laughing valley,

Heard the unloosened waters leaping down

Broadening over the meadows; saw the sun running

From hill to hill and glittering upon the town.

All day he stared. But his head drooped at evening,

Bent and slow he stumbled into the white

Cavern of a great chalk hill, hedged with tall bushes,

And in its darkness found a darker night

Among the broken cliff and falling water,

Freezing or falling quietly everywhere;

Locked in a long, long sleep, his brain undreaming,

With only water moving anywhere.

Old men at night dreamed that they saw him going,

And looked, and dared not look, lest he should turn.

And young men felt the air beating on their bodies,

And the young women woke from dreams that burn.

And children going through the fields at morning

Saw the unloosened waters leaping down,

And broke the hazel boughs and wore the tassels

Above their eyes--a pale and shaking crown.