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Spring is come. From the wind lightly dissipate feathers of mist that an upland exhales]
Spring is come. From the wind lightly dissipate feathers of mist that an upland exhales
Whence in a glitter the soluble snows' tightened gray is in silver dissolved to the vales.
Whence in a glitter the soluble snows' tightened gray is in silver dissolved to the vales.
Juices of sun-sweetened clay, that the broken seed cupped, press higher; and now shall unfold
Milk-white curls whose secret of crimson the sun shall divide with his arrow of gold.
Milk-white curls whose secret of crimson the sun shall divide with his arrow of gold.
Far over tremulous shrubbery glistens an ointment morning and April and sky,
Bluer 's the gloom of the cypress, silverer the olives, and sweeter the poplar's cry.
Bluer 's the gloom of the cypress, silverer the olives, and sweeter the poplar's cry.
Till from a thousand hills that surround her, marvellous murmurs gathering sing
As from round foam-chapleted oceans in circles of song growing single: Spring.
As from round foam-chapleted oceans in circles of song growing single: Spring.
[1897]
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