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HE mild noon air of Spring again Lapped shimmering in that sea-lulled lane. Hazel was budding; wan as snow The leafless blackthorn was a-blow.

A chaffinch clankt, a robin woke An eerie stave in the leafless oak. Green mocked at green; lichen and moss The rain-worn slate did softly emboss.

From out her winter lair, at sigh Of the warm South wind, a butterfly Stepped, quaff'ed her honey; on painted fan Her labyrinthine flight began.

Wondrously solemn, golden and fair, The high sun's rays beat everywhere; Yea, touched my cheek and mouth, as if, Equal with stone, to me 'twould give Its light and life.