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world has cast her habiting Of wind, of frost, of cold grey rain; In sunny robes of braver grain She dons the broidery of Spring. And every tiny living thing In his own way declares amain: "The world has cast her habiting Of wind, of frost, of cold grey rain."
 * And streams and brooks the tidings bring

Wearing their liveries again Of gold and silver; Winter slain, April may laugh aloud, and sing: "The world has cast her habiting Of wind, of frost, of cold grey rain."