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SPRING by ROBERT LOVEMAN

First Line: A WHISPER ON THE HEATH I HEAR
Last Line: IS IN HER BLUSHING MAIDENHOOD.
Subject(s): SPRING;
A WHISPER on the heath I hear,
And blossoms deck the waking wood;
Ah! surely now the virgin year
Is in her blushing maidenhood.



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