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Nature LXXXV. a light exists in spring (812)

Part Two: Nature

 
            LXXXV
 
A LIGHT exists in spring
  Not present on the year
At any other period.
  When March is scarcely here
 
A color stands abroad
  On solitary hills
That silence cannot overtake,
  But human nature feels.
 
It waits upon the lawn;
  It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
  It almost speaks to me.
 
Then, as horizons step,
  Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
  It passes, and we stay:
 
A quality of loss
  Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
  Upon a sacrament.
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