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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Spring Waters

Translation of Nathan Haskell Dole

STILL on the fields the snow lies white,

But spring-like founts already spout:

Adown the banks in sunshine bright

They dash and gleam and shout!

They shout aloud to every side:

“The Spring is near, the Spring is near!

Her couriers, we have hither hied;

She sent us forward—we are here!”

The Spring is near, the Spring is near!

And in a ruddy brilliant throng

The warm sweet days of May appear,

To cheer her train with joy and song.