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Early Spring

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When the waving heavens are soft
Cool inside the birth of green—
And the snowdrops filter
Through the blades and leaves

Budding and leafing
A rosy reflection—a mist of chill,
A pillow of muse in all its glory
And glistening, never blinding
A fading, a release,

A relinquishing on all
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