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I	A
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Ah who will tell me in these leaden days	B
Why the sweet Spring delays	B
And where she hides the dear desire	C
Of every heart that longs	D
For bloom and fragrance and the ruby fire	C
Of maple buds along the misty hills	E
And that immortal call which fills	E
The waiting wood with songs	D
The snow drops came so long ago	F
It seemed that Spring was near	G
But then returned the snow	F
With biting winds and all the earth grew sere	G
And sullen clouds drooped low	F
To veil the sadness of a hope deferred	H
Then rain rain rain incessant rain	I
Beat on the window pane	I
Through which I watched the solitary bird	H
That braved the tempest buffeted and tossed	J
With rumpled feathers down the wind again	K
Oh were the seeds all lost	J
When winter laid the wild flowers in their tomb	L
I searched their haunts in vain	I
For blue hepaticas and trilliums white	M
And trailing arbutus the Spring's delight	M
Starring the withered leaves with rosy bloom	L
The woods were bare and every night the frost	J
To all my longings spoke a silent nay	N
And told me Spring was far and far away	N
Even the robins were too cold to sing	O
Except a broken and discouraged note	P
Only the tuneful sparrow on whose throat	P
Music has put her triple finger print	Q
Lifted his head and sang my heart a hint	Q
Wait wait wait oh wait a while for Spring	O
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II	A
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But now Carina what divine amends	R
For all delay What sweetness treasured up	S
What wine of joy that blends	R
A hundred flavours in a single cup	S
Is poured into this perfect day	N
For look sweet heart here are the early flowers	T
That lingered on their way	N
Thronging in haste to kiss the feet of May	N
And mingled with the bloom of later hours	T
Anemonies and cinque foils violets blue	U
And white and iris richly gleaming through	U
The grasses of the meadow and a blaze	B
Of butter cups and daisies in the field	V
Filling the air with praise	B
As if a silver chime of bells had pealed	V
The frozen songs within the breast	V
Of silent birds that hid in leafless woods	W
Melt into rippling floods	X
Of gladness unrepressed	V
Now oriole and blue bird thrush and lark	Y
Warbler and wren and vireo	U
Confuse their music for the living spark	Y
Of Love has touched the fuel of desire	U
And every heart leaps up in singing fire	U
It seems as if the land	V
Were breathing deep beneath the sun's caress	Z
Trembling with tenderness	A2
While all the woods expand	V
In shimmering clouds of rose and gold and green	B2
To veil the joys too sacred to be seen	B2
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III	A
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Come put your hand in mine	C2
True love long sought and found at last	V
And lead me deep into the Spring divine	C2
That makes amends for all the wintry past	V
For all the flowers and songs I feared to miss	D2
Arrive with you	U
And in the lingering pressure of your kiss	D2
My dreams come true	U
And in the promise of your generous eyes	E2
I read the mystic sign	C2
Of joy more perfect made	V
Because so long delayed	V
And bliss enhanced by rapture of surprise	E2
Ah think not early love alone is strong	F2
He loveth best whose heart has learned to wait	V
Dear messenger of Spring that tarried long	F2
You're doubly dear because you come so late	V

Henry Van Dyke

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