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When Spring-time Cometh On.
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   And light with flame the way:—
And barberries in coral shall appear,
   Wilt thou be near?

   When Winter draweth nigh,
And wraps his ermine o'er earth's clay-cold breast,
And every tree in jewelled sheen is drest,
   If I for thee shall sigh,
Shall I, in home's familiar, fire-lit place,
   Behold thy face?

   Through change of seasons told,
Through Spring, with elm-tree buds and tender green,
Through lavish Summer's pageantry of scene,
   Through Autumn's red and gold,
And Winter's frost and jewelled tracery,
'Twere vain, oh Love, earth's fairest things to see
   Afar from thee!

   Oh, Love, what guise soe'er
Thou takest, and in whom thy dwelling-place,