The whole worlds rushes out of doors
When wild geese fly,
Honking their exultations of free spirits,
Worshipping the boundless expanse of sky,
...
There she not lies under the lilacs as once she lay
In sun-dazed afternoons of his loins sweet sowing,
And in evening fragrance of his dilly-my-darling days,
Counting his days by summer rains
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