Spring

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Lovely spring, waiting for frosty days
To end; sweet blossoms trembling
In winter’s wind; no nightingales
Live here, singing those songs
For sorrowed lover’s hearts;
But soft serene moon, you light
Wattle’s golden youth, desire
To feel the warm touch
Of sun’s fingers on pale skin,
Instead of icy kisses
From winter’s lips.

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