Dear heart I love to see the quiet spring
Come teaching first the little birds to sing
Then loitering in the sunny field & street
Like people telling stories when they meet
& often pausing in a showers delay
As if she feared some danger in the way
Sending her heralds forward one by one
To try the journey she herself is on
Now starts a daisy then a buttercup
& then a little primrose trembles up
& thus she comes like to a timid maid
Of ruffling winds & dirty roads afraid
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