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✦ 110 ✦ March The sun has covered earth in sweat, All overcome, the gully roars; That bustling milkmaid, Spring, has swept All round the farm on country chores. The snow, consumptive, wastes and pines, Its branching veinlets blue and weak. But look!—the cowshed steams with life, The pitchfork gleams with healthy teeth. These nights and days, these days and nights! The throbbing of the thaw at noon, Anemia of rooftop ice, Insomniac, loquacious brooks! The stable, cowshed—opened wide, And pecking oats in snow—the doves, And giver of this gift of life: That ozone-smelling rogue, the dung. ...

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