As when at twelve o'clock br Strong January opes the gates of Life br And we that were so cabined and so dark br Within the round tower of the rounded year br Feel the far Spring blown in on us and look br Straight to the primroses, and with the swallow br Skim thro' the dawns of daffodils and up br To bluebell skies, and from the bluebell skies, br Like a wild hawk upon a flight of doves, br Swoop upon June and Paradise, and on br Beyond the bounds of Eden to an Earth br Boss'd with great purples of new-clustered wine br Betwixt the tented harvests red and gold, br And so into a cloud, and know no more--br br Sydney Thompson Dobellbr br