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First Line: This winter air is keen and cold
Last Line: Of some swift carriage homeward-rolled.
Alternate Author Name(s): Finga, O'flahertie Wills
Subject(s): Tuileries Gardens, Paris


This winter air is keen and cold,
And keen and cold this winter sun,
But round my chair the children run
Like little things of dancing gold.

Sometimes about the gaudy kiosk
The mimic soldiers strut and stride,
Sometimes the blue-eyed brigands hide
In the bleak tangles of the bosk.

And sometimes, while the old nurse cons
Her book, they steal across the square,
And launch their paper navies where
Huge Triton writhes in greenish bronze.

And now in mimic flight they flee,
And now they rush, a boisterous band --
And, tiny hand on tiny hand,
Climb up the black and leafless tree.

Ah! cruel tree! if I were you,
And children climbed me, for their sake
Though it be winter I would break
Into Spring blossoms white and blue!

The moon is like a yellow seal
Upon a dark blue envelope;
And soon below the dusky slope
Like a black sword of polished steel

With flickering damascenes of gold
Lies the dim Seine, while here and there
Flutters the white or crimson glare
Of some swift carriage homeward-rolled.





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