The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring; The rosebud`s blush that leaves it as it grows Into the full-eyed fair unblushing rose; The summer clouds that visit every wing With fires of sunrise and of sunsetting; The furtive flickering streams to light re-born `Mid airs new-fledged and valorous lusts of morn, While all the daughters of the daybreak sing:— These ardour loves, and memory: and when flown All joys, and through dark forest-boughs in flight The wind swoops onward brandishing the light, Even yet the rose-tree`s verdure left alone Will flush all ruddy though the rose be gone; With ditties and with dirges infinite.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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