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 POEMS. 105

��IV. THE WAKING YEAR.

A LADY red upon the hill A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps !
 * ^ Her annual secret keeps ;

The tidy breezes with their brooms Sweep vale, and hill, and tree !

Prithee, my pretty housewives ! Who may expected be ?

The neighbors do not yet suspect !

The woods exchange a smile Orchard, and buttercup, and bird

In such a little while !

And yet how still the landscape stands, How nonchalant the wood,

As if the resurrection Were nothing very odd 1

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