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SONG-TIDE.
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Sometimes when long, long frozen,My heart's all bleak and drear,
Some tiniest thing that grows in
Its meadows forth will peer.
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Out of the frost-bound clay there,It peeps, I know not how;
And soon all turns to May there,
Green buds on every bough.
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Then flowers that have slept long time,Spring fragrant from the mould,
And then begins my song-time,
My heart's new Age of Gold.
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From far-off countries shylyOld songs fly back once more,
And soon new young ones slyly
Come twittering by the score.
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Once lazily I'd watch themFly off and disappear,
But now I fain would catch them
To sing beside thine ear.
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