He saw that country clothed with dancing flowers

Where flower had never grown; and one by one

The splintered woods, as if from April showers,

Were softening into green. In the leafy towers

Rose the cool, sudden chattering on the tongues

Of happy birds with morning in their lungs.

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The wave of flowers came breaking round his feet,

Crocus and bluebell, primrose, daffodil

Shivering with moisture: and the air grew sweet