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Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth;
Feeling and fancy fondly cling, Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.
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As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myself, And myself replied to me;
And the questions myself then put to myself, With their answers I give to thee.
Last Update: January, 2020