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Spring is come; bright glances dartIn the tulips bowl of fire;Thousand thousand sighs upspireFrom each several embers heart.Pour a stcup of ruby glowOer the gardens dusty bed;Strange and shy, in autumns dread,Tulip and narcissus grow.Hue-and-scent world fills thine eyes;What the heart is, knowest thou?Tis a moon, that round its browCasts a halo of the skies.