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The Spring of Life
I wandered long in lonely ways,
Till on my path she flashed and stood
With winsome air and haunting gaze,
A very May of maidenhood.
Soft winds athwart my spirit blew,
The frozen pulse began to beat,
And slowly in my heart I knew
That love is sweet.
Till on my path she flashed and stood
With winsome air and haunting gaze,
A very May of maidenhood.
Soft winds athwart my spirit blew,
The frozen pulse began to beat,
And slowly in my heart I knew
That love is sweet.
Then sudden to my lips there came
The all-awakening word divine;
I whispered it, I breathed her name,
She raised her gentle eyes to mine;
I saw them dim with tender doubt
And virginal imagining;
And all my wintry heart cried out
The Spring! the Spring!
The all-awakening word divine;
I whispered it, I breathed her name,
She raised her gentle eyes to mine;
I saw them dim with tender doubt
And virginal imagining;
And all my wintry heart cried out
The Spring! the Spring!
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