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Gentle Spring!--in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display!
For Winter maketh the light heart said,
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Gentle Spring!--in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display!
For Winter maketh the light heart said,
And thou,--makest the sad heart gay.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
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April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o'er the mountain with light and song:
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I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o'er the mountain with light and song:
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
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The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.