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PALINGENESIA.

By the banks and verges
The crocus emerges,
And the snow-drop rises, the Spring's first-born;
Then March flings flowers
In yellow showers,
And the primrose cowers
'Neath the thorn;
Pale saffron spangles
The brakes and tangles;
The brims of the rivers burn amber and gold;
In the marshy stubble
The water-bubble
Trails triple and double
In the cold;

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The cowslip speckles
With scarlet freckles
Her tassel-like bell hanging open below;
The anemone tosses
O'er dusky mosses
Her starry crosses
Of snow.
Soon, welcome comer,
The odorous Summer
Gorgeous with flower and with fruit will be here,
Ere Harvest blesses
With corn-clad tresses,
And vintage presses
The year.
Thou too, my spirit,
Dost thou inherit
No resurrection from death and dole?
Ah no, what powers
Shall wake, what showers,
Once nipped, the flowers
Of the soul?