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Across the dusky land / The Gracious Goddess, Spring, / In vernal robes arrayed, / Last night her royal progress made, / Scattering with lavish hand / Her fragrant blossoming. / Along the wold, / In spendthrift glee, / She strewed her gold / And gilded all the lea. / The dandelions' yellow coin / Lie scattered in the tangled grass, / And buttercup and crocus join / To tell the way she chose to pass. / In lavish wealth the gleaming daffodil / Shines on the cloudy April hill, / And many a yellow marigold / Marks where her brazen chariot rolled; / The slender-necked narcissus bends / His dewy head, and leaning down, / Looks deep to find within a dew-drop's lens / A mirrowing pool where Love may drown.
No cranny deep nor nook / But felt her tender look; / No secret leafy place / But warmed before her face / And blossomed with her grace. / The woodland, sombre yesterday, / Hath in her presence donned a brave array, / And in a night grown gay. / Her purple cloak, all careless flung, / Upon the red-bud hung; / And on the forest trees, / Her richest laceries. / While sprinkled deep with dust of gold / The tender, flowery branches hold / Her verdant robe blown fold on fold. / Her queenly figure clad / In broidered raiment glad, / Complete and passing sweet, / Hath set the sylvan zephyrs mad.