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��SPRING IX WAR TIME
I FEEL the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf —
Oh how can Spring take heart to come To a world in grief, Deep grief ?
The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright —
How can the daylight linger on For men to fight,
Still fight?
The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves —
How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves. New graves ?
Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-l)looms will shed their breath — But what of all the lovers now Parted by death. Gray Death?
— Sara Tcasdale.
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