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In Spring, Santa Barbara

I have been happy two weeks together,

My love is coming home to me,

Gold and silver is the weather

And smooth as lapis is the sea.

 

The earth has turned its brown to green

After three nights of humming rain,

And in the valleys peck and preen

Linnets with a scarlet stain.

 

High in the mountains all alone

The wild swans whistle on the lakes,

But I have been as still as stone,

My heart sings only when it breaks.

Written by
Sara Teasdale
1884-1933 / Female / American
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