In springtime came a joyous, sunlit day; I would go out, but too long lingered o'er The poet's page, till clouds had changed to gray The glad, bright world. With disappointment sore My heart was filled, my books gave joy no more, 'Twas gone like flowers before the breath of north; When lo! another gleam of sunshine drew me forth.
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