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 As in spring the leaflet, Or young flower awaking, Wooed by the warm South … … A calm saint on a pinnacle Smiles in the day-dawn; Monumental marble With warm life-blood glows, Sweet small singers warble "Live! live! live!" And lo! a rush of angels, A cloud of spirits bright From soft sun-rays of opal, Woven to nests of light, Among celestial branchings Of the embowered height, Bear me back my darling, Smiling, rosed, alive, Alive! alive! alive! They only meant to scare me, All was but in play; The dismal shades were angels From my Father's day; Our Father knows why we must weep; He wipes our tears away.

But if a hair might perish From his sweet tendrilled head, God would be the devil,