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The wing'd seeds with decaying wings
That lie upon the cold moist ground
Know this mild breath is heavenly Spring's.
And every germen hath unwound
His little coil of green, and put
A pale point forth, a timid shoot,
A slowly clasping spreading root,
A rising stem, a twig, a bud,
A thousand veins of pure green blood
Through breathing leaves, to stand one day,
When suns and moons have roll'd away,
A new Tree bearing flow'rs and fruit,
And many seeds like that one seed.
That lie upon the cold moist ground
Know this mild breath is heavenly Spring's.
And every germen hath unwound
His little coil of green, and put
A pale point forth, a timid shoot,
A slowly clasping spreading root,
A rising stem, a twig, a bud,
A thousand veins of pure green blood
Through breathing leaves, to stand one day,
When suns and moons have roll'd away,
A new Tree bearing flow'rs and fruit,
And many seeds like that one seed.
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