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early spring by fey inch fawn this recording is in the public domain recorded for librivox at librivox dot org read by christin luoma in celebration of the vernal equinox green k r i dot com Quick through the gates of Fairyland, the south wind forced his way. Twas his to make the earth forget her grief of yesterday. "'Tis mine,' cried he, to bring her joy. And on his lightsome feet, in haste he slung the snowdrop bells,
pushed past the fairy sentinels, and out with laughter sweet. Clear flames of crocus Glimmered on the shining way he went He whispered to the trees Strange tales
Of wondrous sweet intent When suddenly His witching voice With timber rich and rare Rang through the woodlands
Till it cleft Earth's silent solitudes And left A dream of roses there End of poem
