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SPRING.
The trees are bursting as in rivalry:Blossom gets start of leaf, yet, while I speak,
The leaf appears—yon' rose its glowing cheek
Leans on the honeysuckle sisterly,
And, hiding, makes its beauty more thereby!
The birds have cleared their pipes, as if to seek
Their sweetest notes, and harmonize their beak
To the dear season and its witchery.
Methinks the universal heart around
Doth beat most audibly: as not alone
Things animate, but senseless, feeling found.
The air seems like the just unloosened zone
Of Earth's virginity, the which, unbound,
Diffuses all her charms at once, full-blown!
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