THE
SWEET O' THE YEAR
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THE
UPLAND hills are green again;
The river runs serene again;
All down the miles
Of orchard aisles
The pink-lip blooms are seen again; |
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To
garden close
And dooryard plot
Come back the rose
And bergamot.
The ardent blue leans near again;
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The
far-flown swallow is here again;
To his thorn-bush
Returns the thrush,
And the painted-wings appear again.
In young surprise |
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The
meadows run
All starry eyes
To meet the sun.
Warm runs young blood in the veins again,
And warm loves flood in the rains again.
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Earth,
all aflush
With the fecund rush,
To her Heart’s Desire attains again;
While stars outbeat
The exultant word— |
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"Death’s
in defeat,
And Love is Lord." |
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