As the wild air stirs and sways
The tree-swung cradle of a child,
So the breath of these rude days
Rocks the Year: —be calm and mild,
Trembling Hours, she will arise
With new love within her eyes.
Beautiful expressions. Love it.
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As the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the Year: —be calm and mild, Trembling Hours, she will arise With new love within her eyes. Beautiful expressions. Love it.