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   When April scatters charms of primrose gold
 Among the copper leaves in thickets old
 And singing skylarks from the meadows rise
 To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies

 When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song

When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
 Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood
Upon these banks the violets make their home
And let a few small strawberry blossoms come

When I go forth on such a pleasant day
 One breath outdoors takes all my cares away
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.

W.H. Davies

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