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Here it is spring again / and I still a young man!
I am late at my singing.
The sparrow with the black rain on his breast / has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past: / What is it that is dragging at my heart?
The grass by the back door / is stiff with sap.
The old maples are opening / their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers.
A moon hangs in the blue / in the early afternoons over the marshes.
I am late at my singing.