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By Madison Julius Cawein

The night is loud with reeds of rain Rejoicing at my window-pane, And murmuring, "Spring comes again!" I hear the wind take up their song And on the sky's vibrating gong Beat out and roar it all night long. Then waters, where they pour their might In foam, halloo it down the night, From vale to vale and height to height. And I thank God that down the deep She comes, her ancient tryst to keep With Earth again who wakes from sleep: From death and sleep, that held her fast So long, pale cerements round her cast, Her penetential raiment vast. Now, Lazarus-like, within her grave She stirs, who hears the words that save, The Christ-like words of wind and wave. And, hearing, bids her soul prepare The germs of blossoms in her there To make her body sweet and fair; To meet in manifest audience The eyes of Spring, and reverence, With beauty, God in soul and sense.