All deep there stirs the throb of Spring,
Its vital pulse I’m answering,
Swift to its dominant I merge,
One with its undulating surge;
My heart awakes to virile tone
And breaks—unanswered, and alone.
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Springtide
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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