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LOVE'S SPRING.

My days fled ever in mechanic round,
Enclosed within itself my spirit slept,
Till Thou didst dash my dreams; then from the ground,
Dark, cold, and dank with night, I leapt,
And saw the circling mountain-banners blaze
In that new-risen glory; saw the plains
Roll forth from cloud to catch the slanting rays
That glittered in fresh-fallen rains.
So, like an ocean moon-led of high Love,
My life swept outward from its rock-bound shore,
Nor knew of any joy except to move
Calm in thy smile for evermore;

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And as a bird, wooed by the charm of Spring,
Unfolds its tender music to the air,
Since Thou charm'st me to life, I can but sing
For very joy that thou art there.