"Hush! Epigea wakens! --The crocus stirs her lids,Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --She's dreaming of the woods."Then, turning from them, reverent,"Their bed-time 't is," she said;"The bumble-bees will wake themWhen April woods are red."
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