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Sara Teasdale - Spring In War Time
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I feel the spring far off, far off,
    The faint, far scent of bud and leaf --
Oh, how can spring take heart to come
    To a world in grief,
    Deep grief?

The sun turns north, the days grow long,
    Later the evening star grows bright --
How can the daylight linger on
    For men to fight,
    Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground,
    Soon it will rise and blow in waves --
How can it have the heart to sway
    Over the graves,
    New graves?

Under the boughs where lovers walked
    The apple-blooms will shed their breath --
But what of all the lovers now
    Parted by Death,
    Grey Death?
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