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THE PROGRESS OF SPRING
IV.She floats across the hamlet. Heaven lours, But in the tearful splendour of her smilesI see the slowly-thickening chestnut towers Fill out the spaces by the barren tiles.Now past her feet the swallow circling flies, A clamorous cuckoo stoops to meet her hand;Her light makes rainbows in my closing eyes, I hear a charm of song thro' all the land.Come, Spring! She comes, and Earth is glad To roll her North below thy deepening dome,But ere thy maiden birk be wholly clad, And these low bushes dip their twigs in foam, Make all true hearths thy home.
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