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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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SOON SHALL THE WINTER'S FOIL BE HERE.
Soon shall the winter's foil be here; |
Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt—A little while, |
And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and
growth—a thousand forms shall rise
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From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves. |
Thine eyes, ears—all thy best attributes—all that takes cognizance
of natural beauty,
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Shall wake and fill. Thou shalt perceive the simple shows, the
delicate miracles of earth,
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Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flow-
ers,
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The arbutus under foot, the willow's yellow-green, the blossom-
ing plum and cherry;
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With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs—the
flitting bluebird;
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For such the scenes the annual play brings on. |
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