& has the springs all glorious eye
No lesson to the mind
The birds that cleave the golden sky
Things to the earth resigned
Wild flowers that dance to every wind
Do they no memory leave behind
Aye flowers the very name of flowers
That bloom in wood & glen
Bring spring to me in winter hours
& childhoods dreams again
The primrose on the woodland lea
Was more than wealth & gold to me
The violets by the woodland side
As thick as they could snive
Ive talkd to them with childish pride
As things that were alive
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