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...darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird ; but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. " The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to...hope, a love, Still longed for — never seen. " And I can listen to thee yet, Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again....

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...darling of the spring ! Ev'n yet thou art to me No bird : but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. The same, whom in my schoolboy days, I listened to...green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love ; Still long'd for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet, Can lie upon the plain, And listen till I do...

...darling of the spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird ; but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery : The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to ;...a hope, a love, Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet, Can lie upon the plain, And listen till I do beget 1'hat golden time again....