Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun;
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
~from Spring by Christina Rossetti
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