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FOOTSTEPS OF SPRING.
... The yong Sunn
Hath in the Ramm his halvè cours yrunn.
Chaucer.
In the earlier year when the chill winds blow
The breath of buds with the breath of snow,
And the climbing sap like a spirit passes
Through trunks unscreened from the noonday glow,
O’er the wind-frayed weeds and the withered grasses
And the leaves that linger in layered masses,