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HER FIRST SPRING.
Black boughs against a silver sky
Stand clear, and cold, and bare;
Black is the river flowing by,
And wan the grasses there.
Each torch of beauty blackened lies,
Bleached every wave of green;
—And this is all my maiden's eyes
As yet of earth have seen!
Stand clear, and cold, and bare;
Black is the river flowing by,
And wan the grasses there.
Each torch of beauty blackened lies,
Bleached every wave of green;
—And this is all my maiden's eyes
As yet of earth have seen!
But soon for her shall purple mist
Enfold each waking tree,
And every field the sun has kissed
Dimple in daisied glee;
The river, changed from lead to gold,
Upon its way shall sing;
And all the sweets of earth unfold
For her first earthly spring!
Enfold each waking tree,
And every field the sun has kissed
Dimple in daisied glee;
The river, changed from lead to gold,
Upon its way shall sing;
And all the sweets of earth unfold
For her first earthly spring!
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