 | The poems of Celia Thaxter |  |
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Hark, how sweet the thrushes sing!
Hark, how clear the robins call!
Chorus of the happy spring,
Summer's madrigal!
Hark, how clear the robins call!
Chorus of the happy spring,
Summer's madrigal!
Flood the world with joy and cheer,
O ye birds, and pour your song
Till the farthest distance hear
Notes so glad and strong!
O ye birds, and pour your song
Till the farthest distance hear
Notes so glad and strong!
Storm the earth with odors sweet,
O ye flowers, that blaze in light!
Crowd about June's shining feet,
All ye blossoms bright.
O ye flowers, that blaze in light!
Crowd about June's shining feet,
All ye blossoms bright.
Shout, ye waters, to the sun!
Back are winter's fetters hurled;
Summer's glory is begun;
Beauty holds the world!
Back are winter's fetters hurled;
Summer's glory is begun;
Beauty holds the world!
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