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[Hylas, that pipe the little buds awake]
Hylas, that pipe the little buds awake;
The shrill hylodes, how they sing
Before the wind-flower and the bloodroot shake
Their twinkling stars frail in the locks of Spring.
The shrill hylodes, how they sing
Before the wind-flower and the bloodroot shake
Their twinkling stars frail in the locks of Spring.
The rose-bruised blue of the bluebell's buds
Will soon make gay the hem of her gown;
Green as the green of the young oak woods
With changing tints of mauve and brown.
Will soon make gay the hem of her gown;
Green as the green of the young oak woods
With changing tints of mauve and brown.
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And soon will golden poppies cling
In woodland places deep with loam,
And we shall glimpse the feet of Spring—
White in the twinleaf's flowers of foam.
In woodland places deep with loam,
And we shall glimpse the feet of Spring—
White in the twinleaf's flowers of foam.
And all the hillside's rugged rocks
She'll shower with shell-shaped white-heart blooms,
Shaken from out her radiant locks,
As down she comes through greenwood glooms.
She'll shower with shell-shaped white-heart blooms,
Shaken from out her radiant locks,
As down she comes through greenwood glooms.
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