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When you hear the white-throat pealing / From a tree-top far away, / And the hills are touched with purple / At the borders of the day;
When the redwing sounds his whistle / At the coming on of spring, / And the joyous April pipers / Make the alder marshes ring;
When the wild new breath of being / Whispers to the world once more, / And before the shrine of beauty / Every spirit must adore;
When long thoughts come back with twilight, / And a tender deepened mood / Shows the eyes of the beloved / Like the hepaticas in the wood;
Ah, remember, when to nothing / Save to love your heart gives heed, / And spring takes you to her bosom, -- / So it was with Golden Weed!