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{{Style P-Poem|poem=The earth is in a melting mood,
: This morning of the year ;
And clasped around by mists that brood,
She smiles to find herself so wooed,
: With, now and then, a tear.
 
The topmost fastness of the hill
: Has let the winter go ;
The happy-hearted little rill
No longer shivers past the mill
: To meadows hushed with snow.
 
The birds let fall their new-born dreams
: Upon me from above ;
And many a meadow wed with beams,
And many a wind-kissed blossom seems
: To say a word for love.
 
What is there in this tender air
: To thrill me like a dart ?
It quickens places poor and bare,
And every covet sweet and fair,
: Except one maiden’s heart.
 
O, are such changeful gleams of light
: Made only to beguile ?
Then, I am but a foolish wight,
To be so glad because, last night,
: She blessed me with a smile.
 
But O, when ice and snow relent,
: And every coldest thing ;
Might not, perchance, one more repent,
And melting into warm consent,
: Flood all my heart with Spring?}}
 
 
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