Slow Spring

 O year, grow slowly.
 Exquisite, holy,
The days go on
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing 
And birds in the dawn.
 

Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear,
Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips,
Like a lamb or a child.

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