Spring Song

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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The Spring is at the door: 
She bears a golden store. 
Her maund with yellow daffodils runneth o'er. 

Her rosy feet are bare, 
The wind is in her hair,
And O her eyes are April eyes, very fair. 

After her footsteps follow 
The mullein and the mallow; 
She scatters golden powder on the sallow 

She brings the crocus white,
And golden aconite: 
She brings desire and doubting and delight. 

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