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Frail beauty, / green, gold and incandescent whiteness, / narcissi, daffodils, / you have brought me Spring and longing, / wistfulness, / in your irradiance.
Therefore, I sit here / among the people, / dreaming, / and my heart aches / with all the hawthorn blossom, / the bees humming, / the light wind upon the poplars, / and your warmth and your love / and your eyes. / they smile and know me.