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Snowdrop Time

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Ah, hush! Tread softly through the rime,

For there will be a blackbird singing, or a thrush.

Like coloured beads the elm-buds flush:

All the trees dream of leaves and flowers and light.

And see! The northern bank is much more white

Than frosty grass, for now is snowdrop time.

Poems, and The Spring of Joy

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