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A Quickening the cold earth where’er you pass, Waking, by your greeting, spring-buds slender, Kissing every strip of meadow grass; Well, O well, your light touch I remember, In the early, far-off vernal days, When a child, transported, I would wander Over all the valley’s…

Spring Winds & Spring flowers

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