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Show Premonitions. There's a bud on the bush by the lilac gn.te, And a bird on the bough in the lane: And, upon my soul, I can hardly wait For the bloom in the valley again! There's a knock at the door of the beautiful beau-tiful hill And a shadowy, far-off note Of song on the stream from the lips of dream, And the robin is clearing his throat! The eaves are a-drip, and the sod grows warm, And the trees are beginning to sigh; The spirit of bloom's in the wake of the storm. And there's infinite sweet in the sky; Tomorrow, perhaps, when I wake I shall see A catkin in velvet and brown. And little Miss Daffodil, golden in glee, I A-stroll through the heart of the town! Oh, whisper it, wind, to my heart once more, There are snowdrops open, you say, And the streams are cleaning up house with a roar, Each moment expecting Miss May! I know it, I know it, Sir Tanager cries, And the meadows are waiting for me, And the earth is in infinite love with the skies, And the skies are in love with the sea! . |