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WAITING FOR EASTER.
Sturdier stand the maples as past them rolls its pæen;
Thrill with joy the elm-boughs, swaying light and free;
Back to dell and garden come dreams of scents Sabean,
Back to brook and river-tide the splendors of the sea.
Thrill with joy the elm-boughs, swaying light and free;
Back to dell and garden come dreams of scents Sabean,
Back to brook and river-tide the splendors of the sea.
"Welcome!" sigh the leaf-buds, though chill its. rough caressing;
Hid in snow the crocus lifts a heart of gold;
May-flower and anemone know well its wrath is blessing,
Flushing faint for happiness in woodland moss and mould.
Hid in snow the crocus lifts a heart of gold;
May-flower and anemone know well its wrath is blessing,
Flushing faint for happiness in woodland moss and mould.
Hark! the clarion March wind! its wild, defiant greeting
Rouses moor and forest, rouses hill and sea—
Stormy as the bugles that call when hosts are meeting,
Rich as notes from Alp to Alp when horns make jubilee!
Rouses moor and forest, rouses hill and sea—
Stormy as the bugles that call when hosts are meeting,
Rich as notes from Alp to Alp when horns make jubilee!
Wind of life! sweep onward; bring a world diviner;—
Laughing meadows, mountains soft in purple air;
Laughing meadows, mountains soft in purple air;
