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 The clean earth. And what will the pine cone do, The skulls and kernels that the winter gathered— What will they do—

We are having a late spring, we are having The snow in April, the grass heaving Under the wet snow, the grass Burdened and nothing blossoms, grows In the fields nothing and the garden fallow, And now the wild birds follow The wild birds and the thrush is tame. Well, there is time still, there is time. To-morrow there will be to-morrow And summer swelling through the marrow Of the cold trees.