The adolescence tidal heralds the Spring,
The Cuckoo coronets tinged wings,
Strange whims find flowing,
Desires illumine in mystic rings.
Things near and distant rise with fire,
The newborn chemistry seeks wireless wire,
Unprecedented flood gets hold of the blood,
And soft blossoms of volcano hang in the winds.
Who knows, who cares, -fie the weather-wise,
The Cuckoo coronets the mystic prize.
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