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THISTLEDOWN: 11. SPRING by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: THE BUD THAT LOOKED OUT WITH A WISTFUL SMILE
Last Line: TURN BACK—SPRING IS NOT DEAD; SHE WAS ASLEEP.
Subject(s): SPRING;
THE bud that looked out with a wistful smile
Has shrunk back in the gray, cold earth to die.
O swallows, swallows, fleeting in the sky,
Go back to your warm, sunny South a while. ...

... Lo! from the cloud-hearts golden daggers leap!
Spring woke just now and smiled with her red mouth:
Nay, swallows, swallows, speeding to the South,
Turn back—Spring is not dead; she was asleep.



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