Slow Spring
O Year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,
The days go on.
With almonds showing, the pink stars blowing,
And birds in the dawn.
Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear,
Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips,
Like a lamb or a child.
The days go on.
With almonds showing, the pink stars blowing,
And birds in the dawn.
Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear,
Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips,
Like a lamb or a child.
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