The Spring Goddess - who accompany her down
Soonest our fingers, back and forth
A lyre's sublimities
As frailly fair, in passing o'er
Augur, thrush-sung, thee
Threaded is each stem, in and out
Earth's quivering airwaves
Of freesia and jonquil visions.
Maid's, symbolically.
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