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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