Nature stirs as snows doeth melt, All kissed awake by suns' warmth -- felt, What swells unseen, in dark-held berth, To mimic well, this warming earth, A favored bud might yield to coax, This promised rise that we have spoke, What hints in seasons fresh anew, Might finally gleam within your view, By snows so white, flow trickling run, Before your sight make same by strum, Upon the night
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