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This spring as it comes burst up in bonfires green
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn- blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery flickering rushes
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild duration
Faces of people of streaming across my gaze
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping composition of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffettef in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray,and is lost
