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Pale season watcher in unvexed suspense	A
Still priestess of the patient middle day	B
Betwixt wild March's humored petulance	C
And the warm wooing of green kirtled May	B
Maid month of sunny peace and sober grey	B
Weaver of flowers in sunward glades that ring	D
With murmur of libation to the spring	D
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As memory of pain all past is peace	E
And joy dream tasted hath the deepest cheer	F
So art thou sweetest of all months that lease	E
The twelve short spaces of the flying year	F
The bloomless days are dead and frozen fear	F
No more for many moons shall vex the earth	G
Dreaming of summer and fruit laden mirth	G
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The grey song sparrows full of spring have sung	H
Their clear thin silvery tunes in leafless trees	I
The robin hops and whistles and among	H
The silver tasseled poplars the brown bees	I
Murmur faint dreams of summer harvestries	I
The creamy sun at even scatters down	J
A gold green mist across the murmuring town	J
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By the slow streams the frogs all day and night	K
Dream without thought of pain or heed of ill	L
Watching the long warm silent hours take flight	K
And ever with soft throats that pulse and thrill	L
From the pale weeded shallows trill and trill	L
Tremulous sweet voices flute like answering	D
One to another glorying in the spring	D
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All day across the ever cloven soil	M
Strong horses labour steaming in the sun	N
Down the long furrows with slow straining toil	M
Turning the brown of clean layers and one by one	N
The crows gloom over them till daylight done	N
Finds them asleep somewhere in dusked lines	I
Beyond the wheatlands in the northern pines	I
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The old year's cloaking of brown leaves that bind	O
The forest floor ways plated close and true	P
The last love's labour of the autumn wind	O
Is broken with curled flower buds white and blue	P
In all the matted hollows and speared through	P
With thousand serpent spotted blades up sprung	H
Yet bloomless of the slender adder tongue	H
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In the warm noon the south wind creeps and cools	I
Where the red budded stems of maples throw	Q
Still tangled etchings on the amber pools	I
Quite silent now forgetful of the slow	Q
Drip of the taps the troughs and trampled snow	Q
The keen March mornings and the silvering rime	B
And mirthful labour of the sugar prime	B
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Ah I have wandered with unwearied feet	R
All the long sweetness of an April day	B
Lulled with cool murmurs and the drowsy beat	R
Of partridge wings in secret thickets grey	B
The marriage hymns of all the birds at play	B
The faces of sweet flowers and easeful dreams	I
Beside slow reaches of frog haunted streams	I
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Wandered with happy feet and quite forgot	S
The shallow toil the strife against the grain	T
Near souls that hear us call but answer not	S
The loneliness perplexity and pain	T
And high thoughts cankered with an earthly stain	T
And then the long draught emptied to the lees	I
I turn me homeward in slow pacing ease	I
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Cleaving the cedar shadows and the thin	U
Mist of grey gnats that cloud the river shore	V
Sweet even choruses that dance and spin	U
Soft tangles in the sunset and once more	V
The city smites me with its dissonant roar	V
To its hot heart I pass untroubled yet	W
Fed with calm hope without desire or fret	W
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So to the year's first alter step I bring	D
Gifts of meek song and make my spirit free	X
With the blind working if unanxious spring	D
Careless with her whether the days that flee	X
Pale drouth or golden fruited plenty see	X
So that we toil brothers without distress	I
In calm eyed peace and god like blamelessness	I

Archibald Lampman

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