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A lady red upon the hill / Her annual secret keeps; / A lady white within the field / In placid lily sleeps!
The tidy breezes with their brooms / Sweep vale, and hill, and tree!
Prithee, my pretty housewives!
Who may expected be?
The neighbors do not yet suspect!
The woods exchange a smile -- / Orchard, and buttercup, and bird -- / In such a little while!
And yet how still the landscape stands, / How nonchalant the wood, / As if the resurrection / Were nothing very odd!