Sounds And Sights
Little leaves, that lean your ears From each branch and bough of spring, What is that your rapture hears? Song of bird or flight of wing, All so eager, little ears? "Hush, oh, hush! Oh, don't you hear Steps of beauty drawing near? Neither flight of bee nor bird Hark! the steps of Love are heard!"... Little buds, that crowd with eyes Every bush and every tree, What is this that you surmise? What is that which you would see, So attentive, little eyes? "Look, oh, look! Oh, can't you see Loveliness camps 'neath each tree? See her hosts and hear them sing, Marching with the maiden Spring!"
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"Little leaves, that lean your ears..."
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