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[Along beneath laburnum blooms]
Along beneath laburnum blooms
Again may sing the stream;
Again the vine may laugh in leaves,
Grey skies be but a dream;
But the heart too has its winter;
And what again may bring
To the pulse that waxes cold and slow
The bounding life of spring?
Again may sing the stream;
Again the vine may laugh in leaves,
Grey skies be but a dream;
But the heart too has its winter;
And what again may bring
To the pulse that waxes cold and slow
The bounding life of spring?
Again may gardens paint the earth,
All radiance, scents and hues;
Again through golden mornings, swarm
To purple skies, the dews;
But life too has its winter,
And what, the heart, may bring
Again the fire—the golden dreams,
The glory of its spring!
All radiance, scents and hues;
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To purple skies, the dews;
But life too has its winter,
And what, the heart, may bring
Again the fire—the golden dreams,
The glory of its spring!
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