Young Lambs
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he spring is coming by a many signs; The trays are up, the hedges broken down,That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.And where suns peep, in every sheltered place, The little early buttercups unfoldA glittering star or two--till many trace The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.And then a little lamb bolts up behind The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,And then another, sheltered from the wind, Lies all his length as dead--and lets me goClose bye and never stirs but baking lies,With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
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