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Oh, little wakeful tree, how beautiful art thou, curving so / gracefully each pink blossomed bough. Thou child, in dainty party / dress, to think that thou wouldst brave -- to give us mortals / happiness -- a wind-blown, frost-lined grave! Oh, little wakeful one, / why didst thou stir so soon? The Spring has scarce begun, thou / wouldst have graced fair June. Thy blossoms will ne'er see thy / prophecies come true, nor summer's pageantry with happy blushes view. / Pink petals soon will fall (oh, little tree, be still); soon will the / thrushes call and Spring trip o'er the hill. Bare will thy branches / be, thy day of beauty o'er, but little wakeful tree, we will but love / thee more -- that thou didst dare to sing: "Oh, heart, prepare for / Spring! "