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Dandelions.
My heart leaps like a child's, when first
I see them on their lowly stem,
As from still wint'ry fields they burst,
Bright as the blue skies over them,
Sprinkling with gold the meadowy green,
Where Spring's approach is earliest seen.
I see them on their lowly stem,
As from still wint'ry fields they burst,
Bright as the blue skies over them,
Sprinkling with gold the meadowy green,
Where Spring's approach is earliest seen.
They come in changeful April days,
These children of the cloud and sun,
When light with shadow softly plays,
As both along the ridges run,
Wooing the bee from out his cell,
With tales of flowery slopes they tell.
These children of the cloud and sun,
When light with shadow softly plays,
As both along the ridges run,
Wooing the bee from out his cell,
With tales of flowery slopes they tell.
Bright horologe of seasons—they
Proclaim the floral calends here,
Revealing when in woods away
Spring flowers and singing birds appear,
Through open aisle and mazy bout
To lure the feet of childhood out.
Proclaim the floral calends here,
Revealing when in woods away
Spring flowers and singing birds appear,
Through open aisle and mazy bout
To lure the feet of childhood out.
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I love them that so soon they spring
Where slopes the meadow to the brook;
I love them that to earth they bring
So cheerful and so warm a look;
And that again they give to me
The playmates of my infancy.
Where slopes the meadow to the brook;
I love them that to earth they bring
So cheerful and so warm a look;
And that again they give to me
The playmates of my infancy.
O! days of love, and trust, and truth;
(The morning sky is strangely bright!)
O! loved companions of my youth;
(How darkly closes in the night!)
Again the fields spread free and far;
Beyond them, still the woodlands are.
(The morning sky is strangely bright!)
O! loved companions of my youth;
(How darkly closes in the night!)
Again the fields spread free and far;
Beyond them, still the woodlands are.
I'm with you now, glad-hearted ones!
Where'er beneath the April sky
The flashing rill in music runs,
Or flowery lawns in sunlight lie—
Where harvest apples ripe we see,
And where the summer berries be.
Where'er beneath the April sky
The flashing rill in music runs,
Or flowery lawns in sunlight lie—
Where harvest apples ripe we see,
And where the summer berries be.
I'm with you where the cardinal bird
Pipes in the budding groves of spring,
And where the thrasher's song is heard
Till all the summer forests ring;
Where nuts in autumn fall, and where
The wild grape hangs, I'm with you there.
Pipes in the budding groves of spring,
And where the thrasher's song is heard
Till all the summer forests ring;
Where nuts in autumn fall, and where
The wild grape hangs, I'm with you there.
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O! days of love, and trust, and truth;
(The flowers were bright upon the lawn!)
O! loved companions of my youth;
(How many, like the flowers, are gone!)
Nor flower nor child goes down in vain:
Ye both shall rise and bloom again.
(The flowers were bright upon the lawn!)
O! loved companions of my youth;
(How many, like the flowers, are gone!)
Nor flower nor child goes down in vain:
Ye both shall rise and bloom again.
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