Winging beside Hope
Or trudging next Fear
Unattended I otherwise stir
Through the gay and dun year.
Buoyed up on bees' route
As through Gallilee
What in each miracle's tinge-touch
Charms hosannas from me
Like appeal of faith
Lapses into ground.
With each bloom, face down, groans my soul:
"Satan is unbound"!
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