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When blood-root blooms and trillium flowers

Unclasp their stars to sun and rain,

My heart strikes hands with winds and showers

And wanders in the woods again.

O urging impulse, born of spring,

That makes glad April of my soul,

No bird, however wild of wing,

Is more impatient of control.

Impetuous of pulse it beats

Within my blood and bears me hence;

Above the housetops and the streets

I hear its happy eloquence.

It tells me all that I would know,

Of birds and buds, of blooms and bees;

I seem to hear the blossoms blow,

And leaves unfolding on the trees.

I seem to hear the blue-bells ring

Faint purple peals of fragrance; and

The honey-throated poppies fling

Their golden laughter o'er the land.

It calls to me; it sings to me;

I hear its far voice night and day;

I can not choose but go when tree

And flower clamor, "Come, away!"