Here by the brimming April streams,
Here is the valley of my dreams.
Every garden place is seen
Starting up in flames of green;
Breaking forth in yellow gold
Through the blanket of the mold.
Slow unfolded, one by one,
Lantern leaves hang in the sun,
Like the butterflies of June
Weak and wet from the cocoon.
(Philip Henry Savage)
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