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Amy Lowell - Vernal Equinox
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	The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies
	 
	   between me and my book;
	
	And the South Wind, washing through the room,
	Makes the candles quiver.
	My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
	And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots        
	Outside, in the night.
	

	Why are you not here to overpower me with your
	 
	   tense and urgent love?
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