Parading

I feel the spring far off, far off,

Oh, how can spring take heart to come
The faint, far scent of bud and leaf—
The faint, far scent of bud and leaf—
Oh, how can spring take heart to come
Oh, how can spring take heart to come
To a world in grief, —Sara Teasdale
To a world in grief,
—Sara Teasdale

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