Nature LXXXVI. a Lady red upon the hill (74)

A LADY red upon the hill
  Her annual secret keeps;
A lady white within the field
  In placid lily sleeps!
The tidy breezes with their brooms
  Sweep vale, and hill, and tree!
Prithee, my pretty housewives!
  Who may expected he?
The neighbors do not yet suspect!
  The woods exchange a smile—
Orchard, and buttercup, and bird—
  In such a little while!
And yet how still the landscape stands,
  How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
  Were nothing very odd!
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