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THE PROGRESS OF SPRING
VIShe whispers, 'From the South I bring you balm, For on a tropic mountain was I born,While some dark dweller by the coco-palm Watch'd my far meadow zoned with airy morn;From under rose a muffled moan of floods; I sat beneath a solitude of snow;There no one came, the turf was fresh, the woods Plunged gulf on gulf thro' all their vales below.I saw beyond their silent tops  The steaming marshes of the scarlet cranes,The slant seas leaning on the mangrove copse, And summer basking in the sultry plains About a land of canes;
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