<h3> <SPAN name="spring"></SPAN> SPRING PASTORAL<br/> </h3>
<p class="poem">
Liza, go steep your long white hands<br/>
In the cool waters of that spring<br/>
Which bubbles up through shiny sands<br/>
The color of a wild-dove's wing.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Dabble your hands, and steep them well<br/>
Until those nails are pearly white<br/>
Now rosier than a laurel bell;<br/>
Then come to me at candle-light.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Lay your cold hands across my brows,<br/>
And I shall sleep, and I shall dream<br/>
Of silver-pointed willow boughs<br/>
Dipping their fingers in a stream.<br/></p>
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