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Spring fails, in all its bravery of brilliant gold and green, -- / The sun, the grass, the leafing tree, and all the dazzling scene / Of dewy morning -- orchard blooms, / And woodland blossoms and perfumes / With bird-songs sown between.
Yea, since _she_ smiles not any more, so every flowery thing / Fades, and the birds seem brooding o'er her silence as they sing -- / Her smile of cheer and voice of song / Seemed so divinely to belong / To ever-joyous Spring!
Nay, still she smiles. -- Our eyes are blurred and see not through our / tears: / And still her rapturous voice is heard, though not of mortal ears: -- / Now ever doth she smile and sing / Where Heaven's unending clime of Spring / Reclaims those gifts of hers.