I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —
I feel the old desire —
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair —
A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her —
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her.
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I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing -
The spring decoys.
...Spring comes on the World —
I sight the Aprils —
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,
Touched to Conditions
By a Hum.Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.The inundation of the Spring
Enlarges every soul —
It sweeps the tenement away
But leaves the Water whole —
In which the soul at first estranged —
Seeks faintly for its shore
But acclimated — pines no more
For that Peninsula —The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here —
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
Not any House the Flowers keep —
The Birds enamor Care —
Our salary the longest Day
Is nothing but a Bier.
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