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Poems

by William Ernest Henley

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VIII

[Shadow and gleam on the Downland]

Shadow and gleam on the Downland
Under the low Spring sky,
Shadow and gleam in my spirit—
Why?
A bird, in his nest rejoicing,
Cheers and flatters and woos:
A fresh voice flutters my fancy—
Whose?
And the humour of April frolics
And bickers in blade and bough—
O, to meet for the primal kindness
Now!