This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke betweenWhere the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.I am amazed at this spring, this conflagrationOf green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blazeOf growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
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