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Claude McKay - To One Coming North
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At first you`ll joy to see the playful snow, 
  Like white moths trembling on the tropic air, 
Or waters of the hills that softly flow 
  Gracefully falling down a shining stair. 

And when the fields and streets are covered white 
  And the wind-worried void is chilly, raw, 
Or underneath a spell of heat and light 
  The cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw, 

Like me you`ll long for home, where birds` glad song 
  Means flowering lanes and leas and spaces dry, 
And tender thoughts and feelings fine and strong, 
  Beneath a vivid silver-flecked blue sky. 

But oh! more than the changeless southern isles, 
  When Spring has shed upon the earth her charm, 
You`ll love the Northland wreathed in golden smiles 
  By the miraculous sun turned glad and warm.
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