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THE SEASONS IN ITALY.
Spring.

I.

A breezeless flutter in the air,
A murmured warbling in the ear,
A sense of gladness everywhere,
Of brooding wings which hover near.

II.

A pulse which thrills, a hope which wakes,
As youth and hope and love grow strong,
As each hushed rill its silence breaks
And stirs the woodland into song.

III.

A voice which whispers, Spring is born,
In tender buddings of the leaves,