CALENDAR
Spring will come soon,—there comes an end to snowing;
Summer her golden melody will bring,
Rich Autumn's gorgeous fires come glowing, glowing,—
Then follows Winter, ere another Spring.
Summer her golden melody will bring,
Rich Autumn's gorgeous fires come glowing, glowing,—
Then follows Winter, ere another Spring.
The earth is sore of Winter's blustering;
The pale green leaves clamor to start their growing,
And to one hope our ice-bound spirits cling:
Spring will come soon; there comes an end to snowing.
The pale green leaves clamor to start their growing,
And to one hope our ice-bound spirits cling:
Spring will come soon; there comes an end to snowing.
Ah, filmy flowers, you are overflowing
The meadows; and the sky will lift the wing
Of many a bird who seeks you blindly, knowing
Summer her golden melody will bring,
The meadows; and the sky will lift the wing
Of many a bird who seeks you blindly, knowing
Summer her golden melody will bring,
Color, and flame, and fragrance; these will fling
Themselves on crest and lowland, gayly showing
How high the unspoken tide of joy can swing;
Rich Autumn's gorgeous fires come glowing, glowing,
Themselves on crest and lowland, gayly showing
How high the unspoken tide of joy can swing;
Rich Autumn's gorgeous fires come glowing, glowing,
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