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Oh, what a dawn of day! / How the March sun feels like May! / All is blue again / After last night's rain, / And the South dries the hawthorn-spray. / Only, my Love's away! / I 'd as lief that the blue were gray.
Runnels, which rillets swell, / Must be dancing down the dell, / With a foaming head / On the beryl bed / Paven smooth as a hermit's cell; / Each with a tale to tell, / Could my Love but attend as well.