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SPRING’S CHORISTER
Spring sang a song, and sang it me
Right glad was I to hear it!
It set my heart from chillness free,
And gloriously did cheer it.
Then said sweet Spring
To me, “Now sing
An answer, shall come near it.”
Therewith I did a song essay,
Brimming with blithest gladness,
But ah! my voice (alackaday!)
Still echoed Winter’s sadness;
Well might I try—
Came never nigh
That song’s bewitching madness.
Then as against a tree I leant,
And o’er my song was sighing,
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