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The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying, / Look! little heads of green begin to grow, / And hidden flowers have dared their tops to show / Where late such droughty dusts were rudely playing. / It's not the month, but all the world's a-maying! / Come then with me, I'll take you, for I know / Where the first hedgethorns and white windflowers blow: / We two alone, that goes without the saying.
The month has treacherous clouds and moves in fears. / This April shames the month itself with smiles: / In whose new eyes I know no heaven of tears, / But still serene desire and between whiles, / So great a look that even April's grace / Makes only marvel at her only face.