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April's rare capricious loveliness
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It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.
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White
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To what purpose, April, do you return again?
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On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer.
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Blooms come and go in the blink of a yellow Eye, Then, suddenly, mysteriously, Green erupts; and we sigh.
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Tongue Blossom
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April come she will
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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What we see depends mainly on what we look for.
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Sweet, impossible blossoms
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The Sensitive Plant
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April
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The Pond in Spring
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A Shropshire Lad
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Cherry Hill
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Earth
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes and the grass grows by itself.
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Under a White Canopy
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To Spring
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Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks
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The Tulip
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Wisteria Hysteria
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Bokeh Blossoms
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The Secret Life of Plants
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Light, At Thirty-Two
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Every sleep is a new confusion of hope. Every awakening grows simpler...
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Dancing in the Breeze
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May's new-fangled mirth
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The Wild Iris
