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Springtime

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

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Again it is the vibrant May, The bursting buds, the leafing trees, The fragrant, undulating breeze, Call to my heart in subtlest way: Come! Come! it is a holiday.

The streamlet with unending song, Beneath its silver veil of mist Seems flowing, flowing, to some tryst, While I⁠—with inner surges strong, Find incomplete the day, and long.

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