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Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1914

TO A GARDEN IN APRIL

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Alas, and are you pleading now for pardon? Spring came by night—and so there was no telling? Spring had his way with you, my little garden.... You hide in leaf, but oh! your buds are swelling.

The Trend Walter Conrad Arensberg

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