<h3 id="Spring_Came_In">Spring Came In</h3>
<p>SPRING came in with a red-wing’s feather<br/>
And yellow clumps of the wild marshmallow—<br/>
O happy bird, can you tell me whether<br/>
In distant France they have April weather?<br/>
And little pools that are sunny and shallow?</p>
<p>My soul is awake and my pulse is racing—<br/>
My heart is aware that the birds are mating—<br/>
Oh, my heart’s like a cloud that the wind is chasing<br/>
O’er the earth’s green blur with its silver tracing<br/>
To that sad France where there’s someone waiting!</p>
<p>O Spring! begone with your too-sweet clover<br/>
And all your bees with honey to carry—<br/>
Come again when the war is over,<br/>
Come, dear Spring, when you bring my lover!<br/>
Yet come no more, should he tarry . . . tarry!</p>
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