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I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea,
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all. |
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Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God. |
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| FO-48. |
Narcotic greens
Narcotic greens
like reeling firmaments disclose
in their appearing randomness
the sweetest means that you or she
or any wandering Thales might
choose to be
wonder-struck with
at the moment
when we die |
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Daisies smell-less,
yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true,
Primrose, first born child of Ver,
Merry Spring-times harbinger. |
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Winters done,
and Aprils in the skies,
Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes! |
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