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[III. A light exists in spring]
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
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A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
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