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Chant of Spring
Like an unhappy woman Earth frees herself
from the arms of Winter,
Surely Winter, her indifferent Lord,
Whose touch is death to her passionate body,
And, weeping, yields to Spring, the
wooing maiden,
The slim girl who kisses her with
awakening kisses,
Burning her lips and eyelids with flaming mouth
loosed upon them,
Renewing her body with wildness
of young caresses,
Holding her close while the reckless hours dance
to death.
from the arms of Winter,
Surely Winter, her indifferent Lord,
Whose touch is death to her passionate body,
And, weeping, yields to Spring, the
wooing maiden,
The slim girl who kisses her with
awakening kisses,
Burning her lips and eyelids with flaming mouth
loosed upon them,
Renewing her body with wildness
of young caresses,
Holding her close while the reckless hours dance
to death.
∵∵∵
Wan passion flowers growing in hidden places,
Memories,
Kisses given by the slim maiden.
Wan passion flowers,
All that is left to Earth of her maddest lover.
Memories,
Kisses given by the slim maiden.
Wan passion flowers,
All that is left to Earth of her maddest lover.
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