Poems (E. L. F.)/The voice of spring
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THE VOICE OF SPRING.
I heard it in the laughing breeze, The dashing of the fountain;I heard it murmur in the trees, And sweep along the mountain.
I heard it in the dying gale, Hushing the sunlit sea;I knew it whispered in the vale By every flower and tree.
I heard the feathered songsters sing A wild and joyous strain;I knew it was the voice of spring, And blessed the sound again.