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[Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful]
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Gold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April,
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
Gold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April,
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
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Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant,
Spring, flower planter in meadows,
Child conductor in willowy
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant,
Spring, flower planter in meadows,
Child conductor in willowy
Fields deep clotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence.
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence.
She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green—one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green—one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.
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