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sod pierced by flames of flowers,
 * Dead wood freshly quickening,

Bright skies dusked with sudden showers,
 * Lit by rainbows on the wing.

Cuckoo calls and young lambs' bleating
 * Nimble airs which coyly bring

Little gusts of tender greeting
 * From shy nooks where violets cling.

Half-fledged buds and birds and vernal
 * Fields of grass dew-glistening;

Evanescent life's eternal
 * Resurrection, bridal Spring!