SONG OF THE CHILDREN ABOUT SPRING. 
They never could stand to be wooed ; 
But she'd kiss him and fan him, 
'Till her warm breath unman him, 
And then that he tarried he rued. 
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She would break his chains, 
Unlock all the tides, 
And let the glad streamlets go ; 
All the frozen veins 
Where the earth-blood glides 
Awaken to joyous flow. 
Till that gentle race, 
The quaint fairies dress 
That shrank from his frosty spite, 
Upturn each sweet face 
To her beams' caress, 
And laugh in the new world's light. 
And those flashing things. 
With their souls all song. 
That went like dreams when he came, 
With gay clamorings, 
A sweet noisy throng, 
Come back like arrows of flame. 
And the meek blue bird 
We love far the best, 
For he stayed while dark hours froAvned, 
In low song is heard 
More soft than the rest. 
That melts with a wind-harp's sound. 
And, accepted king 
Of all the earth-choir, 
