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Carmen Vernum
So, scarce unheard, the saps are on the wing,
And from the brooding-bottoms of the field
In jets, and drifts, and spiry steams unsealed,
Urge to the light and pave the floors of spring.
The strong South-wind uprising from the sea
On his broad shoulders arched the cumbering wrack
Of Winter, as the countryman rolls back
His wagon-tilt, and left the heaven free.
Pure light at noon the flawless arc embayed,
And evening beams along the horizon gilded,
Sailing the northern sky, the vapour-builded
Ballooned leviathans in cavalcade.
First on the weedy spits and level beaches
The tide's invasion, mystically led,
Swings and enlarges; then the heavier head,
Gathering all along the cliff-bound reaches,
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