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To Burst With Sap
To burst with sap, to bubble with the foam
of the snow-melting's brooks, to germinate and rise and
bloom, to speak- with the lightness of the winds,
with the purling of the springs,
with the sensing of the touch,
To live is to flourish, to pass our days is to grow,
or must be so; for cold airs surround us
and ice-clouds about us glister and entomb.
Life is a passing moment, a space of time;
it is an hour of peace, following upon an hour of sadness,
all raising together (though some, it seems, erode)
an edifice, a hall of stone, with ...