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SPRING.
I am coming, I am coming!Look ye out with more than eyes,
Listen! but with more than ears!
I am coming, I am coming;
Seldom come I by surprise,
Oftener than with smiles, with tears—
Look ye out for my pioneers!
Look ye out for the snowdrop simple,
Look ye out for the crocus and daisy,
For the song of the thrush from the budding bush;
For the flutter of life, and its smile and dimple,
And the breaking of light through the shadows hazy.
Listen and look for the caw of the rook,
And the busy repair of clustered nests
That swing to the breeze, on the tops of the trees,
Older in date than their owners' crests!
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On a river freshened with showers—
Whiten'd with creams, and soothed with the beams
That herald the sun's redeeming powers.
Icy Winter is hard of life,
And jealous of my going forth;
With every wind he is at strife,
Save what bloweth east and north.
With him to contend I am oft at fault,
Yet his snows protect what his frosts destroy,
And when my journey is called to a halt,
The wreath that buries begets a new joy.
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