The fair name of Spring
From violet's niche of shade
Magnified on earth.
Mary's own hallowing
As from here, held! In this
Ray's thinness; nun's mirth!
From where snowdrop of
Her own sorrowing's badge
Dank darkly soil rears.
Lily of the valley
Of her pure sweetening
Which this rot endears.
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