XLV. Before the ice is in the pools

BEFORE the ice is in the pools,
        Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
        Is tarnished by the snow,

Before the fields have finished,
        Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
        Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of
        On a summer's day;
What is only walking
        Just a bridge away;

That which sings so, speaks so,
        When there's no one here, --
Will the frock I wept in
        Answer me to wear?