Spring in the South
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Beautiful as some rich embroidery The valley lies in verdant amplitude, Great mountains—like old merchants—o’er it brood— And as a lovely woman languidly Trailing her long blue robes, so comes the sea To touch it softly in a wistful mood . . . The sky forgets her starry multitude, Seeing how fair mere earthly flowers can be! Glad country where the wayward feet of Spring, Moving in mystic dances, bring desire, New miracles of beauty every day . . . Where Love and sweet Delight fly wing to wing Forgetful as in dreams, that bright as fire So burn the hours of joy as swift away!