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- Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips!
- Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks
- In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about
- Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain;
- Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm,
- Dispelling death -- soft loosing his cold grip,
- Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain,
- As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn.
WILLIAM BATCHELDER GREENE, "Proem," Cloudrifts at Twilight
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY, A Moveable Feast
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