So shall this book wax like unto a well, br Fairy with mirrored flowers about the brim, br Or like some tarn that wailing curlews skim, br Glassing the sallow uplands or brown fell; br And so, as men go down into a dell br (Weary with noon) to find relief and shade, br When on the uneasy sick-bed we are laid, br We shall go down into thy book, and tell br The leaves, once blank, to build again for us br Old summer dead and ruined, and the time br Of later autumn with the corn in stook. br So shalt thou stint the meagre winter thus br Of his projected triumph, and the rime br Shall melt before the sunshine in thy book.