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Edith Nesbit - Spring Song
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ALL winter through I sat alone, 
    Doors barred and windows shuttered fast, 
And listened to the wind`s faint moan, 
    And ghostly mutterings of the past; 
And in the pauses of the rain, 
    `Mid whispers of dead sorrow and sin, 
Love tapped upon the window pane: 
    I had no heart to let him in. 


But now, with spring, my doors stand wide; 
    My windows let delight creep through; 
I hear the skylark sing outside; 
    I see the crocus, golden new. 
The pigeons on my window-sill, 
    Winging and wooing, flirt and flout,-- 
Now Love must enter if he will, 
    I have no heart to keep him out.
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