Whom, therefore, I will shun.
With looks my care beguiling;
The country round appeareth straight
A flower-garden smiling.
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Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring."
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Hey, no one said high school was easy.
