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I FEEL the Spring far off, far off, / The faint far scent of bud and leaf -- / Oh how can Spring take heart to come / To a world in grief, / Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long, / Later the evening star grows bright -- / How can the daylight linger on / For men to fight, / Still fight?
The grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves -- / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?
Under the boughs where lovers walked / The apple-blooms will shed their breath -- / But what of all the lovers now / Parted by death, / Gray Death?