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ECHOES OF SPRING: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND

First Line: LIKE A FLOWER FALL OF RAIN
Last Line: LIKE TO A LOW AND SWEETLY DYING LAY.
Subject(s): SPRING;

Like a flower-fall of rain,
Like a snowy elfin train,
Like stray gleams of moonlight fair,
Do you shift upon the air,
Do you flutter on the breeze,
Do you fall upon the leas,
Blossoms of the apple-trees;
Then on earth's bosom slow ye fade away,
Like to a low and sweetly dying lay.




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