Chapter 11 No.11

"Chained is the Spring. The night-wind bold

Blows over the hard earth;

Time is not more confused and cold,

Nor keeps more wintry mirth.

"Yet blow, and roll the world about;

Blow, Time-blow, winter's Wind!

Through chinks of Time, heaven peepeth out,

And Spring the frost behind."

G. E. M.

They who believe in the influences