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She came into the April air	A
And passed across the silvery lawn	B
Blithe was her voice her brow was bare	A
And rippled from her radiant hair	A
The glow and glory of the dawn	B
Her footfall scared nor doe nor fawn	B
No timid songster ceased to sing	C
But wheresoe'er she strayed or stood	D
Her maiden coming seemed to bring	C
A wider wonder to the wood	D
And more of magic to the Spring	C
	-
When June is throned and round her blows	E
The rambling briar and lily tall	F
I saw her watch the buds unclose	E
Herself herself the loveliest rose	E
And stateliest lily of them all	F
The blackbirds' fluting cuckoo's call	F
She scarcely heard for trembled near	G
And thrilled her wheresoe'er she strayed	H
That note more deep that voice more dear	G
That lures to love the listening maid	H
When half is fondness half is fear	G
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Among the rows of ripened sheaves	E
And orchard harvests golden red	I
The tapestry that Autumn weaves	E
From fallen fruit and fading leaves	E
Pensive she paced with matron tread	I
Low was her voice but all she said	I
Seemed strangely true and deeply wise	E
And mute her offspring gathered round	J
To gaze into her tranquil eyes	E
And listen to the sacred sound	J
Of mellow words and meek replies	E
	-
Now by the wintry hearth she sits	E
Grey guardian of the household fire	K
Foretells the Future as she knits	E
Then back her loving memory flits	E
To bygone days and dead desire	K
Anon her fingers seem to tire	K
And weary sense to droop its wing	C
But though her gaze hath feebler grown	L
Nor knows she what the children sing	C
She sees the Lamb before the Throne	L
And hears the Angels canticling	C

Alfred Austin

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