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IDYLL.

Damon the shepherd-singer, on a day
When the old Earth was turning in her sleep
To dream of summer and good things to come,
Sate on a flowery hillock by the copse,
And heard a throstle on a flying spray
Chuckle and chirp and make so sweet a din
That all the merry music of the time
Stirred in his heart with envy of her song.
So preluding awhile upon a reed
Which he had fashioned in a maying-time
But cast away when winter in despite
Shrilled all untuneful thro' the shuddering trees—
His eyes indwelling wistful for a space—
Brake the sweet concert with a sweeter song.
Spring in the air: and every wind that stirs
Swaying the budding treetops to and fro,
Is freighted with a freshness half divine.
Spring in the forest;—tender green steals up,
Shaming the tyrants of the winter woods,
Grim yews, and spiky tassels of the pine.
Spring in the fields: God's carpet underfoot,
Starsown with daisies and red spires of seed,
And golden glory of the celandine.

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Spring in the soul: and happy thought puts out
The tender bud, where sweetness lies enshrined
With promise of a golden garnering.
So Damon sang, and all the woods were green.
Cambridge, 1883. (Cambridge Review).