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 And mine own Angel. Yet I see, Heading God's army gloriously, Michael Archangel, like a sun, Splendid beyond comparison!

PLANTING BULBS

Setting my bulbs a-row In cold earth under the grasses, Till the frost and the snow Are gone and the Winter passes—

Sudden a footfall light, Sudden a bird-call ringing; And these in gold and in white Shall rise with a sound of winging.

Airy and delicate all, All go trooping and dancing At Spring's call and footfall, Airily dancing, advancing.

In the dark of the year, Turning the earth so chilly, I look to the day of cheer, Primrose and daffodilly.

Turning the sods and the clay I think on the poor sad people Hiding their dead away In the churchyard, under the steeple.