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Within whose mellow darkness lay
 A prescience of the change to be,
A shadow soft, which hid away
 All that is now revealed to me.

The scent of young leaves fills the way,—
 The showers walk lightly o'er the hills
And every night and every day
 The prophecy of May fulfils,—

The lilacs, purpling to the eaves,
 Fling all their fragrant spikes about,
The chestnut spreads its fingered leaves
 And hangs its mimic lanterns out,—

The orchards tempt the wandering bees
 With wastes of white-and-rosy bloom,
Where Eolus, with viewless keys,
 Unlocks the flood-gates of perfume;

But thou, whose loving eyes were keen
 To catch the glories of the spring,
Sleepest beneath thy veil of green,
 Unmindful of the joys they bring;