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XXXIX.
When April's sudden sunset cold
Through half-clothed boughs with watery sheen
Bursts on the high, new-cowslipped wold
And bathes a world half gold half green
Through half-clothed boughs with watery sheen
Bursts on the high, new-cowslipped wold
And bathes a world half gold half green
Then shakes the illuminated air
With din of birds; the vales far down
Grow phosphorescent here and there;
Forth flash the turrets of the town;
With din of birds; the vales far down
Grow phosphorescent here and there;
Forth flash the turrets of the town;
Along the sky thin vapours scud;
Bright zephyrs curl the choral main;
The wild ebullience of the blood
Rings joy-bells in the heart and brain:
Bright zephyrs curl the choral main;
The wild ebullience of the blood
Rings joy-bells in the heart and brain:
Yet in that music discords mix;
The unbalanced lights like meteors play;
And, tired of splendours that perplex,
The dazzled spirit sighs for May.
The unbalanced lights like meteors play;
And, tired of splendours that perplex,
The dazzled spirit sighs for May.
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