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There is a music of immaculate love,

That breathes within the virginal veins of Spring: —

And trillium blossoms, like the stars that cling

To fairies' wands; and, strung on sprays above,

White-hearts and mandrake blooms, that look enough

Like the elves' washing, white with laundering

Of May-moon dews; and all pale-opening

Wild-flowers of the woods, are born thereof.

There is no sod Spring's white foot brushes but

Must feel the music that vibrates within,

And thrill to the communicated touch

Responsive harmonies, that must unshut

The heart of beauty for song's concrete kin,

Emotions – that be flowers – born of such.