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It shall be as it hath been. / All the world is glad and green -- / Hush! Ah, hush! There cannot be / April now for you and me.
Put your finger on the lips / Of your soul; the wild rain drips; / The wind goes diving down the sea; / Tell the wind, but tell not me.
Yet if I had aught to tell, / High as heaven, or deep as hell, / Bent the fates awry or fit, / I would find a word for it.
Oh, words that neither sea nor land / Can lift their ears to understand! / Wild words, as dumb as death or fear, / I dare to die, but not to hear!