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There is a snowdrop up by the porch,
Shot clean through the tulip-straw;
And the crows are all agog over my neighbour's pine-trees.
It is a game of catch-who-catch-can with that green skirt then.
Even though, in your passion for order, you bring about a snow storm to-morrow,
It will not matter to me.
This morning, beyond the shadow of a doubt, I saw the Spring.
Shot clean through the tulip-straw;
And the crows are all agog over my neighbour's pine-trees.
It is a game of catch-who-catch-can with that green skirt then.
Even though, in your passion for order, you bring about a snow storm to-morrow,
It will not matter to me.
This morning, beyond the shadow of a doubt, I saw the Spring.
