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Ah, cannot the curled shoots of the larkspur that you loved so, / Cannot the spiny poppy that no winter kills / Instruct you how to return through the thawing ground and the thin snow
Into this April sun that is driving the mist between the hills?
A good friend to the monkshood in a time of need / You were, and the lupine's friend as well;
But I see the lupine lift the ground like a tough weed / And the earth over the monkshood swell, / And I fear that not a root in all this heaving sea / Of land, has nudged you where you lie, has found
Patience and time to direct you, num b and stupid as you still must be / From your first winter underground.