"And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of it's wintry rest.
The snowdrops and then the violet,
A rose from the ground with warm rain wet,
And their breath was mixed
with sweet odour sent
From the turf like the voice and the instrument."
Shelley
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