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58 With a timid grace she had hid her face
 * In a veil of inwoven wind,

Where shining raindrops, and calls of birds,
 * And odors of buds awake,

Touched the shepherd's lips with a sense of words,
 * And he sang, for the Spring's sweet sake,

Till the snow-bound woods and the frosted floods
 * The chains of their bondage brake.

Then the Spring danced on till her white feet shone
 * On the slope of the western wave,

And the shepherd rose from his dim repose,
 * Who had slumbered within the cave;

But every blossom had seen the Spring
 * And was brimmed with her scent and hue,

And every thrush in his leafy swing
 * Knew all that the shepherd knew.

Who would care to hear, though he carolled clear,
 * When the soft spring breezes blew?