Spring Thunder
Listen, The wind is still,
And far away in the night --
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.
Open the doors.
It is warm;
And where the sky was clear--
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!
Come under the trembling hedge--
Fast, although you fumble.
.
.
There! Did you hear the edge
of winter crumble
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Mark Van Doren
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