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The Return of a Friend

Ah, how lovely for you to come again,
how refreshing, my old perennial friend,
you who comes to visit me once each year,

as soon as both the skies and roads are clear,
Though I know each time you come we must cry,
through mem’ry bring new life to all who die.
How long it's been since last you came around,
with sweetest song of birds, beauty renowned.
And oft in cold my thoughts drift back to you,
long morning walks, the smell of cool, fresh dew.
But now their songs no longer haunt my dreams,
but bid me wake as warming sunlight gleams
into my window through which I am se’ing
the smile of you, my long o’erdue friend, Spring.