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And the Spring arose on the garden fair;

Like the Spirit of love felt everywhere

And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast

Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

The snowdrop and then the violet

Arose from the ground with warm rain wet

And their breath was mixed with sweet odour sent

From the turf; like the voice and the instrument.


__Percy Bysshe Shelley