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SIGNS OF SPRING.
Come, listen to the robin.As he gaily swings to and froOn a bough of the old gray poplar,Singing merrily, now high, now low.See how the sweet little jonquils,Just lifting their heads from the ground,Having been asleep all the winter,Are now timidly gazing around,Saying: "we're fearful still, that old winterMay not be all gone yet,And if we're not very carefulA nipping we'll be sure to get."The birds and the flowers and the childrenWith joy hail the coming of spring,For the trees their embryo verdureSoon forth to the light will bring




MY DEAR, DEAD LOVE.
O dearest, sweetest, best!My own first love!Look down with tenderPitying eyes from up Above!I am so tired with thisWeary, endless strife.The days and days of toilOf this—called life!This life—a living death,With agony in every breath.Stretch out thy hand and touch me,You from that far land!
I stretch my arms about meBut they empty fall,Darkness is all aroundMe, like a pall!Send me some word,Some message, O my love,One little messageOnly from Above!I speak, you answer not.So far away!I call, you cannot hearOne word I say,The only time you everTurned unwilling ear;The only time I ever calledYou would not hear!
Yes; I am weary, darlingWith the strife.And long so much to hear you say:"My love, my life, my wife!"

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