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A SONG OF THE SPRING

I

The leaves are springing,
The woodlands ringing
With birds' love-words in Love's golden tongue;

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The blue air winging,
Glad larks are singing,
For Spring is come, and my heart is young.

II

Oh! the mirth
Of the Spring's new birth,
The joy that never was told or sung,
As round the girth
Of the wakening earth
She flies, and laughing makes all things young!