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MARGARET
Softly sweeps the April storm,
Floods of rain and breezes warm,
Drowsy flowers at last are waking,
Through the dark earth gently breaking;
Though they have not blossomed yet,
Here to seek them through the wet
Merrily comes Margaret.
Floods of rain and breezes warm,
Drowsy flowers at last are waking,
Through the dark earth gently breaking;
Though they have not blossomed yet,
Here to seek them through the wet
Merrily comes Margaret.
Nothing recks she of the flood,
Nothing finds she, flower or bud,
But she seems herself a flower,
In the tumult of the shower;
While across the field she trips
O'er bright eyes and ruddy lips
Fast the sparkling water slips,
Nothing finds she, flower or bud,
But she seems herself a flower,
In the tumult of the shower;
While across the field she trips
O'er bright eyes and ruddy lips
Fast the sparkling water slips,
Gay and daring little witch!
How the color, deep and rich,
Mantles in her cheek's sweet curve!
Mark the pretty mouth's reserve,—
Ah, but smiles are hidden there!
Like a torch her golden hair
Flares above her forehead fair.
How the color, deep and rich,
Mantles in her cheek's sweet curve!
Mark the pretty mouth's reserve,—
Ah, but smiles are hidden there!
Like a torch her golden hair
Flares above her forehead fair.
Slender shape of pliant grace
Crowned with such a lovely face!
Not a single flower is out,
But that's naught to mourn about,
She the loveliest blossom is,
All abloom with light and bliss
For the sun and rain to kiss!
Crowned with such a lovely face!
Not a single flower is out,
But that's naught to mourn about,
She the loveliest blossom is,
All abloom with light and bliss
For the sun and rain to kiss!
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