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Marzials, Theophil: Spring
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SPRING.

I STAND as on the verge of life ; 'tis Spring,
When springs are welling ere they brim away;
When waking birds just cheep and shake their wing,
And clouds come winding in the virgin day ;
I look through fruit boughs fresh with sprout and spray,
Down loam-hills loose by shoots where dew-drops cling,
From out the deep sky night yet dreams away,
Down lush marsh woods and waters wandering.
I stand between the past and the pursuing,
Between the dreamed of deed and the undone,
With all the earth on tiptoe for the doing,
And breathless for the start-word of the sun ;
And dreaming drifts away and big with song
My full heart fails when it should be most strong.
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