When ice is thawed and snow is gone, And racy sweetness floods the trees

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When ice is thawed and snow is gone
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And racy sweetness floods the trees
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When snow-birds from the hedge have flown
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And on the hive-porch swarm the bees
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Drifting down the first warm wind That thrills the earliest days of spring
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The bluebird seeks our maple groves
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And charms them into tasselling
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HERE we came when love was young
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Now that love is old
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Shall we leave the floor unswept And the hearth acold
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Here the hill-wind in the dusk
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Wandering to and fro
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Moves the moonflowers
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like a ghost Of the long ago
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Here from every doorway looks
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