YOU KNOW HOW IT IS
WITH AN APRIL DAY.
-----Robert Frost-----
AND SPRING ROSE 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 ITS WINTRY REST.
-----Percy Bysshe Shelley-----
"The Sensitive Plant"
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