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Robert Laurence Binyon - A Spring Song
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Not yet a bough to bud may dare
 On the naked tree.
 Yet happy leaves in the bough prepare,
 And could I see
 Far as a soaring bird, I know
 Where young in sheen
 The willow, swaying soft and slow,
 Laughs gold and green.

 O in the winter`s waste to build
 A tower of song!
 My Love should enter when she willed
 That tower strong
 And climb, and see beyond the bare
 Dark branches` dearth
 Spring, shaking out her golden hair,
 Smile up the earth.
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