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In April the hillside spring is still covered with last autumn’s leaf fall
And marked only where the brown forest blanket is blackened
With the soak and seep.
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Who would brush away this covering
And kneel and take double handfuls for drink
And feel enlivened by the cool, new tingle?
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There are yet cold days ahead, even in April
Then the spring’s water will not refresh
But only chill the raw skin.
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