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MARCH
I go beneath triumphal arches
Of linden-yellow and ash-green:
I hang upon the elms and larches
The colours of my May, the queen.
Of linden-yellow and ash-green:
I hang upon the elms and larches
The colours of my May, the queen.
Before me goes the first wild swallow;
For me the daffodils delay:
After my feet the flagflowers follow
And gorse grows gold about my way.
For me the daffodils delay:
After my feet the flagflowers follow
And gorse grows gold about my way.
Two wings are pinions at my shoulder;
Two wings are plumes upon my feet:
The earth that drowsed grows younger, bolder,
And with warm mouth my kiss doth meet.
Two wings are plumes upon my feet:
The earth that drowsed grows younger, bolder,
And with warm mouth my kiss doth meet.
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