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Sonnet Lxxxiii: Barren Spring

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Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:
And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,
And now before and now again behind
Stoops as it swoops, with cheek that laughs and burns,—
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
And whom to-day the Spring no more concerns.
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part

To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
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Sultan r m 20 April 2018

I am need for knowing the figure of speech of this sonnet please?

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