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 ��SPRING IX WAR TIME

I FEEL the Spring far off, far off,

The faint far scent of bud and leaf —

Oh how can Spring take heart to come To a world in grief, Deep grief ?

The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright —

How can the daylight linger on For men to fight,

Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves —

How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves. New graves ?

Under the boughs where lovers walked

The apple-l)looms will shed their breath — But what of all the lovers now Parted by death. Gray Death?

— Sara Tcasdale.

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