55606: Swedes

<p dir="ltr"> They have taken the gable from the roof of clay<br> On the long swede pile. They have let in the sun<br> To the white and gold and purple of curled fronds<br> Unsunned. It is a sight more tender-gorgeous<br> At the wood-corner where Winter moans and drips<br> Than when, in the Valley of the Tombs of Kings,<br> A boy crawls down into a Pharaoh's tomb<br> And, first of Christian men, beholds the mummy,<br> God and monkey, chariot and throne and vase,<br> Blue pottery, alabaster, and gold.<br> But dreamless long-dead Amen-hotep lies.<br> This is a dream of Winter, sweet as Spring.<br></p>