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THE ENKINDLED SPRING

THIS spring as it comes bursts 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 the earth, this blaze
     Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
     Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

     And I, what fountain of fire am I among
     This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is
         tossed
     About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
     Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.