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THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING


In France

THE poplars in the fields of France
Are golden ladies come to dance;
But yet to see them there is none
But I and the September sun.


The girl who in their shadow sits
Can only see the sock she knits;
Her dog is watching all the day
That not a cow shall go astray.


The leisurely contented cows
Can only see the earth they browse;
Their piebald bodies through the grass
With busy, munching noses pass.


Alone the sun and I behold
Processions crowned with shining gold—
The poplars in the fields of France,
Like glorious ladies come to dance.

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