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SPRING SONG
The Spring is at the door;
She bears a golden store,
Her maund with yellow daffodils runneth o'er.
She bears a golden store,
Her maund with yellow daffodils runneth o'er.
Her rosy feet are bare,
The wind is in her hair,
And O her eyes are April eyes, very fair.
The wind is in her hair,
And O her eyes are April eyes, very fair.
After her footsteps follow
The mullein and the mallow;
She scatters golden powder on the sallow.
The mullein and the mallow;
She scatters golden powder on the sallow.
She brings the crocus white
And golden aconite:
She brings desire and doubting and delight.
And golden aconite:
She brings desire and doubting and delight.
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