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SPRING SONGS
The blossom-burthened, never-weary MayAgain with nature's folks keeps holiday;
Trees hide themselves in green, and happy birds
Sing sweeter songs that can be breathed in words;
The very winds sing sonnets to the sky,
And sunshine bids them welcome—so that I
Feel a new being, as from healthier climes,
And shape my idle fancies into rhymes
Of nature's ecstasy in bursting flowers,
And birds nest-building, and sunshiny showers
That on the south-west wind in singing moods
Sprinkle their drops like manna o'er the woods,
Where I still love my careless limbs to fling
Among the shadows of young leafy spring.
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