Spring

I

The pussy-willow and the hazel know,
The bluebird and the robin, what rings true;
I trust to such, and let the whiners go.
Bravo! bluff March; I swing my hat to you.

II

Bring, bluebird, from the blue above
The song Love's heavenly own;
See! hand in hand, come Spring and Love —
Or is it Love alone?
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