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 These, when the beauty of the spring Clad in this alien dress Turns like a sharp sword in our hearts For utter loveliness,

And joy and sorrow intermixed Run tingling through our veins— These bring more peace and comfort still Than newer, subtler strains.

Oh, quarrion for missel-thrush And rosewood bloom for may! The things the nameless singer saw Are what we see to-day.

The grass is just as green to-day, The distant hill as blue, The birds are just as glad as then, The lovers just as true;