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THE PROGRESS OF SPRING
Now wraps her close, now arching leaves her bareTo breaths of balmier air;
II.Up leaps the lark, gone wild to welcome her, About her glance the tits, and shriek the jays,Before her skims the jubilant woodpecker, The linnet's bosom blushes at her gaze,While round her brows a woodland culver flits, Watching her large light eyes and gracious looks,And in her open palm a halcyon sits Patient—the secret splendour of the brooks.Come Spring! She comes on waste and wood, On farm and field: but enter also here,Diffuse thyself at will thro' all my blood, And, tho' thy violet sicken into sere, Lodge with me all the year!
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