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SPRING AT THE CAPITAL.
SPRING AT THE CAPITAL.
HE poplar drops beside the wayIts tasselled plumes of silver-gray;
The chestnut pouts its great brown buds, impatient for the laggard May.
The honeysuckles lace the wall;
The hyacinths grow fair and tall;
And mellow sun and pleasant wind and odorous bees are over all.
The hyacinths grow fair and tall;
And mellow sun and pleasant wind and odorous bees are over all.
Down looking in this snow-white bud,
How distant seems the war's red flood!
How far remote the streaming wounds, the sickening scent of human blood!
How distant seems the war's red flood!
How far remote the streaming wounds, the sickening scent of human blood!
For Nature does not recognize
This strife that rends the earth and skies;
No war-dreams vex the winter sleep of cloverheads and daisy-eyes.
This strife that rends the earth and skies;
No war-dreams vex the winter sleep of cloverheads and daisy-eyes.
