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O THRUSH, is it true? / Your song tells / Of a world born anew, / Of fields gold with buttercups, woodlands all blue / With hyacinth bells; / Of primroses deep / In the moss of the lane, / Of a Princess asleep / And dear magic to do.
Will the sun wake the princess? O thrush, is it true? / Will Spring come again?
Will Spring come again? / Now at last / With soft shine and rain / Will the violet be sweet where the dead leaves have lain? / Will Winter be past? / In the brown of the copse / Will white wind-flowers star through / Where the last oak-leaf drops? / Will the daisies come too, / And the may and the lilac? Will Spring come again? / O thrush, is it true?