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Blue and gold are April days, / All the wealth of spring unrolled / Down the wet, bird-haunted ways / Blue and gold.
In their rapture uncontrolled, / From the trees the blackbirds raise / Songs of triumph, clear and bold: / And the distance is blue haze, / Where the hills the fields enfold, / Like still seas in sheltered bays / Blue and gold.