It is a dark night, silent and bare,
A deep calmness, Nature to wear,
A green bud, busy amidst the twigs and silence
Tomorrow is the date of her blooming presence.
The florigen is flowing and her cells are transforming
Tomorrow her vigor to burst with colour bubbling;
So sweet would be her temporary youth and charm
Is there any threat or harm?
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