Assembled, strong.

The bluets stept

From the moss in throng.

Like fairies too

Came the cress along.

Spring!

And love in your breast, my lass, awaking—

Waking.

Love was born!

Your eyes were kindled,

Your lips were warm.

Wild beauties broke

From your face and form.

And all my heart

Was a heaven-storm,

Was Spring!

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THE STRONG MAN TO HIS SIRES

Tonight as I was riding on a wave

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