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XXIII. ONE DAY IN SPRING
From fields made bright with flowers in bloom
A young girl turned
And sought a darkling London room,
Wherein one gas-jet burned.
A young girl turned
And sought a darkling London room,
Wherein one gas-jet burned.
She left the blossoming meads behind,
The silent nooks
Where fragrant violets wooed the wind
Or whispered to the brooks:
The silent nooks
Where fragrant violets wooed the wind
Or whispered to the brooks:
She passed through streets where wild wheels roar
And dust-wreaths race,—
Brought sunshine to a sunless door,
Light to a weary face:
And dust-wreaths race,—
Brought sunshine to a sunless door,
Light to a weary face:
She left the golden furze to scent
The soft air's wing;
Made for one hour one heart content,
And filled it with the spring.
The soft air's wing;
Made for one hour one heart content,
And filled it with the spring.
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