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Upon the city called the Friends' / The light of waking spring / Fell vivid as the shadow thrown / Far from the gleaming wing / Of a great golden bird, that fled / Before us loitering.
In hours before the spring, how light / The pulse of heaviest feet! / And quick the slowest hopes to stir / To measures fine and fleet. / And warm will grow the bitterest heart / To shelter fancies sweet.