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"Oh! lose the winter from thine heart, the darkness from thine eyes,

And from the low hearth-chair of dreams, my Love-o'-May, arise,

And let the maidens robe thee like a white white, lilac tree.

Oh! hear the call of Spring, fair Soul, – and wilt thou come with me?"