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But sometimes now I have grown half afraid That unforgotten frost of pain that used To wrap my nature will again invade The singing streams your April touch had loosed. Spring's subtler spells alone I can not learn, —Ah, will you not return? BUT SOMETIMES NOW I HAVE GROWN HALF AFRAID THAT UNFORGOTTEN FROST OF PAIN THAT USED TO WRAP MY NATURE WILL AGAIN INVADE THE SINGING STREAMS YOUR APRIL TOUCH HAS LOOSENED SPRING'S SUBTLER SPELLS ALONE I CANNOT LEARN AH WILL YOU NOT RETURN
of ours That wake the birds along the river road. The green ravines are newly fringed with fern; From out the brake a robin red-breast calls; The stream repeats, at rippling intervals, “Can you not now return?” But what avail in striving to compare Earth’s endless beauties, whether east or west! All lands are lovely, and I am aware That unto me this little spot seems fair, More rare Than all the gathered glories of the rest, Because I love it best. And so, in truth, I feel that chief I plead A selfish need; I too, like nature, long to greet the spring! Indeed I think I never have confessed, Nor have you guessed How much of May it is your gift to bring. You never knew how wintry was the cloud Of haunting sadness, that would ofttimes shroud My inmost being, and creep up to chill The warmer currents of my life,—until, In knowing you, I felt a pulse like that sweet, joyous thrill That breaks the buds when all the skies are blue! The bitter storms of grief I did not fear When you were near. ESE MOST LOVELY GOLDEN DAWNS OF OURS THAT WAKE THE BIRDS ALONG THE RIVER ROAD THE GREEN RAVINES ARE NEWLY FRINGED WITH FERN FROM OUT THE BRAKE A ROBIN REDBREAST CALLS THE STREAM REPEATS AT RIPPLING INTERVALS CAN YOU NOT NOW RETURN BUT WHAT AVAIL IN STRIVING TO COMPARE EARTH'S ENDLESS BEAUTIES WHETHER EAST OR WEST ALL LANDS ARE LOVELY AND I AM AWARE THAT UNTO ME THIS LITTLE SPOT SEEMS FAIR MORE RARE THAN ALL THE GATHERED GLORIES OF THE REST BECAUSE I LOVE IT BEST AND SO IN TRUTH I FEEL THAT CHIEF I PLEAD A SELFISH NEED I TOO LIKE NATURE LONG TO GREET THE SPRING INDEED I THINK I NEVER HAVE CONFESSED NOR HAVE YOU GUESSED HOW MUCH OF MAY IT IS YOUR GIFT TO BRING YOU NEVER KNEW HOW WINTRY WAS THE CLOUD OF HAUNTING SADNESS THAT WILL OFTTIMES SHROUD MY INNERMOST BEING AND CREEP UP TO CHILL THE WARMER CURRENTS OF MY LIFE UNTIL IN KNOWING YOU I FELT A PULSE LIKE THAT SWEET JOYOUS THRILL THAT BREAKS THE BUDS WHEN ALL THE SKIES ARE BLUE THE BITTER STORMS OF GRIEF I DID NOT FEAR WHEN YOU WERE NEAR
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