Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

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Like Crusoe, walking by the lonely strand
And seeing a human footprint on the sand,
Have I this day been startled, finding here,
Set in brown mould, and delicately clear,
Spring's footprint—the first crocus of the year!
O sweet invasion! Farewell solitude!
Soon shall wild creatures of the field and wood
Flock from all sides with much ado and stir,
And make of me most willing prisoner!

1. On Reading William Watson's Sonnet Entitled The Purple East
2. I'll Not Confer with Sorrow
3. Sestet
4. L'Eau Dormante
5. No Songs in Winter

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