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1858–1924

POEM: SONG

Edith Nesbit

Now the Spring is waking, Very shy as yet, Busy mending, making Grass and violet.

Frowsy Winter's over: See the budding lane! Go and meet your lover: Spring is here again!

Every day is longer Than the day before; Lambs are whiter, stronger, Birds sing more and more;

Woods are less than shady, Griefs are more than vain - Go and kiss your lady: Spring is here again!

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