The Tree’s early leaf buds were bursting their brown; “Shall I take them away?” said the Frost, sweeping down. “No, leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown,” Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown. The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung: “Shall I take them away?” said the [...]
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