EARLY SPRING.
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Is breathing in his sleep,
Heard by the land.
Heard by the land.
V.
O follow, leaping blood,
The season's lure!
O heart, look down and up
Serene, serene
Warm as the crocus cup,
Like snowdrops, pure!
O follow, leaping blood,
The season's lure!
O heart, look down and up
Serene, serene
Warm as the crocus cup,
Like snowdrops, pure!
VI.
Past, Future glimpse and fade
Thro' some slight spell,
A gleam from yonder vale,
Some far blue fell,
And sympathies, how frail,
In sound and smell!
Past, Future glimpse and fade
Thro' some slight spell,
A gleam from yonder vale,
Some far blue fell,
And sympathies, how frail,
In sound and smell!
