As call of Spring dins all around,
The meadow wakes from wintry sleep
To stir a frenzy to the ground
And even to old dreams laid deep
Dreams of a seed, the world to dare
For patch of Eden worth to tend,
When to a hoarfrost would despair
Frost’s lease of Winter might extend
But to decide things out of spite
For wish so brazenly denied
Beclouds the issues of its plight
As being just intents of pride
Oh seed, inside you know what’s true
Mark your smile, never it belies
That your heart nary dwells with you.
Need you suffer in Paradise?
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