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IN SPRING.
- THE young birds shy twitter
- In hedges and bowers,
- Fields brighten and glitter
- With dewdrops and flowers.
- Over flood, over fallow,
- Impelled by old yearning,
- The nest‐building swallow
- Exults at returning;
- For dark days and hoary
- Are routed and over,
- Dark Winter is gone;
- Resplendent in glory,
- The earth meets her lover,
- Her bridegroom the Sun.
- Must I alone sorrow,
- Despairingly languish,
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- Breaks never a morrow
- On the night of my anguish?
- The jubilant gladness
- In bird, beam, and blossom,
- But deepens the sadness
- That weighs on my bosom.
- Oh, Spring, in whose azure
- Wake follow the starling,
- The daisy, the dove;
- Sweet spendthrift of pleasure,
- Brings also my darling,
- Oh bring me my love!
