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A DISTANT SPRING by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE

First Line: I WHO LOVE THE SPRING SO WELL
Last Line: BLOSSOMS WHITE AND BLOSSOMS RED!
Subject(s): SPRING;
I WHO love the Spring so well
Shall be sleeping, some glad day,
When her hosts come back to dwell
In their old, familiar way.

I shall live, alas! no more
In some distant April hour,
When the Spring flings wide her door,
Calling leaf, and bloom, and flower.

I shall sleep -- but I shall dream
In my home beneath the ground,
And my slumbering heart shall teem
With its visions deep, profound.

I shall know, ere you will guess
(Though with life I have no part),
What new golden loveliness
Stirs within the old earth's heart.

I shall hear the first soft sound
When the Spring is born anew,
And rejoice, beneath the ground,
At the bliss to come to you.

And the dreams that I shall dream,
In that Spring when I am dead,
May arise until they seem
Blossoms white and blossoms red!



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