I know it must be winter (though I sleep)—
  I know it must be winter, for I dream
  I dip my bare feet in the running stream,
And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep.

I know I must be old (how age deceives!)—
  I know I must be old, for, all unseen,
  My heart grows young, as autumn fields grow green,
When late rains patter on...