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SPRING FROM A WINDOW: IN APRIL by HAZEL HALL

First Line: NOW I AM LIFE'S VICTIM
Last Line: I WILL NOT BOW MY HEAD!
Subject(s): APRIL; SPRING;
Now I am Life's victim --
Cruel victor is he
Who lashes me with color
Until I ache to see.

Who chokes me with fragrance
Of green things in the rain --
Like a hand around my throat
So sudden is the pain.

Life, I am at your mercy;
And though till I am dead
You torture me with April
I will not bow my head!



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