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SPRING.
UPROSE the wild old winter-king,
And shook his beard of snow;
‘I hear the first young hare-bell ring,
'Tis time for me to go!
Northward o'er the icy rocks,
Northward o'er the sea,
My daughter comes with sunny locks:
This land's too warm for me!’
And shook his beard of snow;
‘I hear the first young hare-bell ring,
'Tis time for me to go!
Northward o'er the icy rocks,
Northward o'er the sea,
My daughter comes with sunny locks:
This land's too warm for me!’
And softly came the fair young queen
O'er mountain, dale, and dell;
And where her golden light was seen
An emerald shadow fell.
The good-wife oped the window wide,
The good-man spanned his plough;
‘'Tis time to run, 'tis time to ride,
For Spring is with us now.’
O'er mountain, dale, and dell;
And where her golden light was seen
An emerald shadow fell.
The good-wife oped the window wide,
The good-man spanned his plough;
‘'Tis time to run, 'tis time to ride,
For Spring is with us now.’
And the city-maiden smile smiled that day
In all her loveliness;
‘I must pack my furs and things away,
And think of a new spring dress,
A new chapeau—a feather fine,
Light gloves, and ribbons gay.’
Oh, winter wild!—oh, maiden mine,
Thus runs the world away.
In all her loveliness;
‘I must pack my furs and things away,
And think of a new spring dress,
A new chapeau—a feather fine,
Light gloves, and ribbons gay.’
Oh, winter wild!—oh, maiden mine,
Thus runs the world away.
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