EARTH'S
LYRICS
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APRIL.
You hearken, my fellow,
Old slumberer down in my heart?
There’s a whooping of ice in the rivers;
The sap feels a start.
The snow-melted torrents are brawling;
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The
hills, orange-misted and blue,
Are touched with the voice of the rainbird
Unsullied and new.
The houses of frost are deserted,
Their slumber is broken and done,
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And
empty and pale are the portals
Awaiting the sun.
The bands of Arcturus are slackened;
Orion goes forth from his place
On the slopes of the night, leading homeward
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| His
hound from the chase.
The Pleiades weary and follow
The dance of the ghostly dawn;
The revel of silence is over;
Earth’s lyric comes on.
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A golden flute in the cedars,
A silver pipe in the swales,
And the slow large life of the forest
Wells back and prevails.
A breath of the woodland spirit
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Has
blown out the bubble of spring
To this tenuous hyaline glory
One touch sets a-wing. |
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