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Surely now in the spring-time shall I waken my singing / And song shall blossom out of my lips, / Glowing, as gloweth the golden crocus of Zeus.
For the soft white flakes of the winter have covered me over / With a deep stillness not to be told, / And my heart hath gathered honey of many dreams.