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The bush is in bloom and the tree is in flower,
On the lips of a crocus two butterflies swing;
My heart is uplift with this beauty and power—
And I am eighteen and as young as the Spring!
The winds are conspiring in cavern and grot,
The rains are a menace in fallow and firth;
The joy of the Spring is foregone and forgot—
And I am eighteen and as old as the earth.
On the lips of a crocus two butterflies swing;
My heart is uplift with this beauty and power—
And I am eighteen and as young as the Spring!
The winds are conspiring in cavern and grot,
The rains are a menace in fallow and firth;
The joy of the Spring is foregone and forgot—
And I am eighteen and as old as the earth.
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