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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

PUNCTUAL Spring!

We had forgotten in this winter town

The days of Summer and the long, long eves.

But now you come on airy wing,

With busy fingers spilling baby-leaves

On all the bushes, and a faint green down

On ancient trees, and everywhere

Your warm breath soft with kisses

Stirs the wintry air,

And waking us to unimagined blisses.

Your lightest footprints in the grass

Are marked by painted crocus-flowers

And heavy-headed daffodils,

While little trees blush faintly as you pass.

The morning and the night

You bathe with heavenly showers,

And scatter scentless violets on the rounded hills,

Drop beneath leafless woods pale primrose posies.

With magic key, in the new evening light,

You are unlocking buds that keep the roses; 103