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The Spring's in the air -- / Here, there, / Everywhere! / Though there's scarce a green tip to a bud, / Spring laughs over hill and plain, / As the sunlight turns the lane's mud / To a splendour of copper one way, of silver the other; / And longings one cannot smother, / And delight that sings through the brain, / Turn all one's life into glory -- / 'Tis the old new ravishing story -- / The Spring's here again!
When the leaves grew red / And dead, / We said: / "See how much more fair / Than the green leaves shimmering / Are the mists and the tints of decay! " / In the dainty dreamings that lighted the gray November, / Did our hearts not remember / The green woods -- and linnets that sing? / Ah, we knew Spring was lost, and pretended / 'Twas Autumn we loved. Lies are ended; / Thank God for the Spring!