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SUN whom the faltering snow cloud fears	A
Rise let the time of year be May	B
Speak now the word that April hears	C
Let March have all his royal way	B
Bid all spring raise in winter s ears	A
All tunes her children hear or play	B
Because the crown of eight glad years	A
On one bright head is set to day	B
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II	D
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What matters cloud or sun to day	B
To him who wears the wreath of years	A
So many and all like flowers at play	B
With wind and sunshine while his ears	A
Hear only song on every way	B
More sweet than spring triumphant hears	C
Ring through the revel rout of May	B
Are these the notes that winter fears	A
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III	D
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Strong hearted winter knows and fears	A
The music made of love at play	B
Or haply loves the tune he hears	C
From hearts fulfilled with flowering May	B
Whose molten music thaws his ears	A
Late frozen deaf but yesterday	B
To sounds of dying and dawning years	A
Now quickened on his deathward way	B
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IV	E
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For deathward now lies winter s way	B
Down the green vestibule of years	A
That each year brightens day by day	B
With flower and shower till hope scarce fears	A
And fear grows wholly hope of May	B
But we the music in our ears	A
Made of love s pulses as they play	B
The heart alone that makes it hears	C
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V	E
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The heart it is that plays and hears	C
High salutation of to day	B
Tongue falters hand shrinks back song fears	A
Its own unworthiness to play	B
Fit music for those eight sweet years	A
Or sing their blithe accomplished way	B
No song quite worth a young child s ears	A
Broke ever even from birds in May	B
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VI	E
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There beats not in the heart of May	B
When summer hopes and springtide fears	A
There falls not from the height of day	B
When sunlight speaks and silence hears	C
So sweet a psalm as children play	B
And sing each hour of all their years	A
Each moment of their lovely way	B
And know not how it thrills our ears	A
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VII	E
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Ah child what are we that our ears	A
Should hear you singing on your way	B
Should have this happiness The years	A
Whose hurrying wings about us play	B
Are not like yours whose flower time fears	A
Nought worse than sunlit showers in May	B
Being sinless as the spring that hears	C
Her own heart praise her every day	B
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VIII	E
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Yet we too triumph in the day	B
That bare to entrance our eyes and ears	A
To lighten daylight and to play	B
Such notes as darkness knows and fears	A
The child whose face illumes our way	B
Whose voice lifts up the heart that hears	C
Whose hand is as the hand of May	B
To bring us flowers from eight full years	A

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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