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WAS THERE ANOTHER SPRING by HELEN HAY

Last Line: WAS THERE ANOTHER SPRING THAN THIS?

WAS there another Spring than this?
I half remember, through the haze
Of glimmering nights and golden days,
A broken-pinioned birdling's note,
An angry sky, a sea-wrecked boat,
A wandering through rain-beaten ways!
Lean closer, love -- I have thy kiss!
Was there another Spring than this?



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