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A MESSAGE
I heard a sweet message from summer,
And it came on the pinions of spring;
O'er wood-land, through fallow of red buds,
Where rehearsed the first songsters of spring.
And it came on the pinions of spring;
O'er wood-land, through fallow of red buds,
Where rehearsed the first songsters of spring.
A soft breeze came drifting before it,
With sweetness that's hard to explain;
And it brought a brightness like sunshine,
Brings to us, after a rain.
With sweetness that's hard to explain;
And it brought a brightness like sunshine,
Brings to us, after a rain.
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That message reechoed the wood-land,
And sounded through valley and hill;
Decending it seemed from the tree tops;
And joined in a song with the rill.
And sounded through valley and hill;
Decending it seemed from the tree tops;
And joined in a song with the rill.
Seemed like the whole universe caught it,
When the sweet laden breeze drifted by;
The wild bees searched for their honey,
On wings flew the gay butter fly.
When the sweet laden breeze drifted by;
The wild bees searched for their honey,
On wings flew the gay butter fly.
While insects that dwelt in the grasses,
Awoke with a loud merry chant;
And the air was swarming with beetles,
And the ground was covered with ants.
Awoke with a loud merry chant;
And the air was swarming with beetles,
And the ground was covered with ants.
Across the mead from an orchard,
There came a moan from a dove;
The muse drew a song from her casket,
Of pathos with sweet, tender, love.
There came a moan from a dove;
The muse drew a song from her casket,
Of pathos with sweet, tender, love.
So often I've tried to repeat it,
When she sings it so sweet in mine ear;
But my hearing grows faint while she's singing
And I turn with mine eyes filled with tears.
When she sings it so sweet in mine ear;
But my hearing grows faint while she's singing
And I turn with mine eyes filled with tears.
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