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THE SPRING.
While clouds dissolve in vain regrets
Around the wintry morn,
I feel the scent of violets—
And straight the Spring is born!
Again from out a fragrant wood
Of larches, dropping green,
The wind of March, in merry mood,
Comes blowing fresh and clean.
Around the wintry morn,
I feel the scent of violets—
And straight the Spring is born!
Again from out a fragrant wood
Of larches, dropping green,
The wind of March, in merry mood,
Comes blowing fresh and clean.
Not yet the Spring alights on earth—
She hovers in the air;
The budding boughs, the breezes' mirth
Proclaim her presence there.
The birds are caught in glad surprise,
And all begin to sing—
My Willie looks with wondering eyes;
He cannot see the Spring.
She hovers in the air;
The budding boughs, the breezes' mirth
Proclaim her presence there.
The birds are caught in glad surprise,
And all begin to sing—
My Willie looks with wondering eyes;
He cannot see the Spring.
My Willie looks with wondering eyes
Of bravest, brightest blue;
Not clearer are those cloudless skies
The wind of March sweeps through.
The Spring is coming, did I say?
Why, 'tis already here!
We've had Spring with us every day
In Willie, all the year.
Of bravest, brightest blue;
Not clearer are those cloudless skies
The wind of March sweeps through.
The Spring is coming, did I say?
Why, 'tis already here!
We've had Spring with us every day
In Willie, all the year.
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