Drone of pines and laugh of rivers.

May thy passing joyous be

To thy father, the great sea,

For the sun is getting stronger;

Earth hath need of thee no longer;

Go, kind snow, God-speed to thee!

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APRIL IN THE HILLS

To-day the world is wide and fair

With sunny fields of lucid air,

And waters dancing everywhere;

The snow is almost gone;

The noon is builded high with light,

And over heaven's liquid height,

In steady fleets serene and white,

The happy clouds go on.

The channels run, the bare earth steams,

And every hollow rings and gleams

With jetting falls and dashing streams;

The rivers burst and fill;

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