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Robert Herrick - Farewell Frost, or Welcome Spring
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Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear 
Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; 
Thaw`d are the snows; and now the lusty Spring 
Gives to each mead a neat enamelling; 
The palms put forth their gems, and every tree 
Now swaggers in her leafy gallantry. 
The while the Daulian minstrel sweetly sings 
With warbling notes her Terean sufferings. 
—What gentle winds perspire! as if here 
Never had been the northern plunderer 
To strip the trees and fields, to their distress, 
Leaving them to a pitied nakedness. 
And look how when a frantic storm doth tear 
A stubborn oak or holm, long growing there,— 
But lull`d to calmness, then succeeds a breeze 
That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees; 
So when this war, which tempest-like doth spoil 
Our salt, our corn, our honey, wine, and oil, 
Falls to a temper, and doth mildly cast 
His inconsiderate frenzy off, at last, 
The gentle dove may, when these turmoils cease, 
Bring in her bill, once more, the branch of Peace
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