Poems (Blind)/Echoes of Spring/I.
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ECHOES OF SPRING.
I.
I.
I walk about in driving snow,
And drizzling rain, splashed o'er and o’er;
No sign that radiant spring e'en now
Stands at the threshold of the door.
And drizzling rain, splashed o'er and o’er;
No sign that radiant spring e'en now
Stands at the threshold of the door.
No sign that fragrant violets burn
To burst the ground and quicken forth;
No sign that swallow flights return,
To gladden all the serious north.
To burst the ground and quicken forth;
No sign that swallow flights return,
To gladden all the serious north.
But in my breast-what flutterings here!
What bursts of song! what twitt'rings blest!
Sure the first swallow of the year
Within my heart has built her nest.
What bursts of song! what twitt'rings blest!
Sure the first swallow of the year
Within my heart has built her nest.