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VERNAL EQUINOX by AMY LOWELL

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First Line: THE SCENT OF HYACINTHS, LIKE A PALE MIST, LIES
Last Line: Why are you not here to overpower me with our tense and urgent love?
Subject(s): SPRING;
The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies
between me and my book;
And the South Wind, washing through the room,
Makes the candles quiver.
My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots
Outside, in the night.
Why are you not here to overpower me with your
tense and urgent love?



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