I tune my voice to sing her praise,
And cheat myself with the sweet pain
That in the spring Love blooms again.
And cheat myself with the sweet pain
That in the spring Love blooms again.
XXXVIIIANOTHER SPRING
"I know the orchards are in bloom," she said,
"That in the meadows all the grass is deep,
That dimpling streams far oceanward are led,
Though through the pleasant fields they seem to creep,
Among the blue flags and the stately rushes,
While in the alders loudly sing the thrushes.
"That in the meadows all the grass is deep,
That dimpling streams far oceanward are led,
Though through the pleasant fields they seem to creep,
Among the blue flags and the stately rushes,
While in the alders loudly sing the thrushes.
"I know the daisies drift like winter snow,
And ragged lilac boughs inherit wealth;
That golden tassels on the barberry grow,
And violets quicken in the sod by stealth;
I know that white and purple clovers wave
As sweet a flower, though grown upon a grave.
And ragged lilac boughs inherit wealth;
That golden tassels on the barberry grow,
And violets quicken in the sod by stealth;
I know that white and purple clovers wave
As sweet a flower, though grown upon a grave.
"And yet I have no heart to rise and look,
However much the sun illuminates
This fairest page of Nature's ample book,
From which the same sweet meaning radiates
As when before the meadows were a-blush,
And grove and hedge re-echoed to the thrush."
However much the sun illuminates
This fairest page of Nature's ample book,
From which the same sweet meaning radiates
As when before the meadows were a-blush,
And grove and hedge re-echoed to the thrush."
What pleasure can I take in the old lore
When eyes that read with me are closed and blind,
And mark no more changes on wood or shore,
When eyes that read with me are closed and blind,
And mark no more changes on wood or shore,
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