Swinging
Under the boughs of spring She swung in the old rope-swing. Her cheeks, with their happy blood, Were pink as the apple-bud. Her eyes, with their deep delight, Were glad as the stars of night. Her curls, with their romp and fun, Were hoiden as wind and sun. Her lips, with their laughter shrill, Were wild as a woodland rill. Under the boughs of spring She swung in the old rope-swing. And I,--who leaned on the fence, Watching her innocence, As, under the boughs that bent, Now high, now low, she went, In her soul the ecstasies Of the stars, the brooks, the breeze,-- Had given the rest of my years, With their blessings, and hopes, and fears, To have been as she was then; And, just for a moment, again A boy in the old rope-swing Under the boughs of spring.
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"Under the boughs of spring..."
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