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I. Spring found us early that eventful year, / Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way / The bitterness of hunger and despair / That lay upon the town.
Out of the sheer / Thin altitudes of day / She drifted down / Over the grim blockade / At the harbor mouth, / Trailing her beauty over the decay / That war had made, / Gilding old ruins with her jasmine spray, / Distilling warm moist perfume / From chill winter shade.