"RELUCTANTLY Spring makes her way --- At Winter's edge she hesitates, as if she feared to come too soon. The primrose halts, the wind-flower waits --- for Spring's green cloak is flecked with snow, and in her tresses wild and bright --- a dew of frost glints in the gold and sparkles in the sun's cold light."
~ Patience Strong ~
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