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Algernon Charles Swinburne

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When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.
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First chorus, line 65.

 
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Eve shall kiss night,
And the leaves stir like rain
As the wind stealeth light
O'er the grass of the plain.
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