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SPRING (2) by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE

First Line: THE DEWS DRIP ROSES ON THE MEADOWS
Last Line: THE WILD DELIGHTS OF SPRING.
Subject(s): SPRING;
THE dews drip roses on the meadows
Where the meek daisies dot the sward.
And AEolus whispers through the shadows,
"Behold the handmaid of the Lord!"
The golden news the skylark waketh
And 'thwart the heavens his flight is curled;
Attend ye as the first note breaketh
And chrism droppeth on the world.

The velvet dusk still haunts the stream
Where Pan makes music light and gay.
The mountain mist hath caught a beam
And slowly weeps itself away.
The young leaf bursts its chrysalis
And gem-like hangs upon the bough,
Where the mad throstle sings in bliss
O'er earth's rejuvenated brow.

ENVOI

Slowly fall, O golden sands,
Slowly fall and let me sing,
Wrapt in the ecstasy of youth,
The wild delights of Spring.



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