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LYRICS.

LYRICS.

THE BREATHING EARTH.

Oh, not by sight or sound alone, I guess

This way her light feet press, —

Light feet of Spring!

It would be told me, though I shut my eyes

Against the ample sky's

Pure witnessing, And saw not how the green blade thrusts its way

Up through the pleached gray, —

No tenderling!
It would be told me, though I shut my ear

To all the tidings clear

Her heralds bring,
The fluting thrush, the bluebird singing love,

Hiding in heaven above

His heaven-dyed wing.

How, sight and sound shut out, should I still guess This way

her light feet press, Light feet of Spring ?

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