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Every valley drinks, / Every dell and hollow: / Where the kind rain sinks and sinks, / Green of Spring will follow.
Yet a lapse of weeks / Buds will burst their edges, / Strip their wool-coats, glue-coats, streaks, / In the woods and hedges;
Weave a bower of love / For birds to meet each other, / Weave a canopy above / Nest and egg and mother.
But for fattening rain / We should have no flowers, / Never a bud or leaf again / But for soaking showers;
Never a mated bird / In the rocking tree-tops, / Never indeed a flock or herd / To graze upon the lea-crops.
Lambs so woolly white, / Sheep the sun-bright leas on, / They could have no grass to bite / But for rain in season.
We should find no moss / In the shadiest places, / Find no waving meadow-grass / Pied with broad-eyed daisies;
But miles of barren sand, / With never a son or daughter, / Not a lily on the land, / Or lily on the water.