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Show Her Coming. Today I mot her Spring Tondcr, rapturous, swect-llpped thing! I kissed hor eyes and eho smiled again, Smiled through hor tears as sunlit rain. 1'vo walked with her all this wondrous day. Whl.sporlng secrets, lover-way; Bho knows tho pnln of my Winter heart, Prisoned In prim town walla, apart From tho riotous, vagabond god, young Pan, Whose child I'vo been Blncc tho world began; be-gan; Knows how my fretted spirit cried For upland hopes, greon BpacOB wide. I laid my head on hor perfumed breast, Whoro the early blossoms cling soft-pressed, soft-pressed, And tho oky Boomed oot with vlolots Oh, Lovo rcrnombera and Lovo forgots. Could you not hear her Spring-Bidding Spring-Bidding tho homenlck birds to Blng7 You cild not soo hor face, you oay? Tho birds woro mute, the nklcs woro gray? Poor holdon sense! Sho culled to mo Till I thrilled with passionate ecstasy. Today I mot her Spring Wild, alluring, flowor-cyed thing! Emery Pottle. In Smart Set. - I |