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chapter-224		chapter-224			.txt	text/plain	302	16	84	Warble for Lilac-Time Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,) Sort me O tongue and lips for Natures sake, souvenirs of earliest summer, Blue-bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his The maple woods, the crisp February days and the sugar-making, The melted snow of March, the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts, the summer is here! O if one could but fly like a bird! O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship! To glide with thee O soul, oer all, in all, as a ship oer the waters; Gathering these hints, the preludes, the blue sky, the grass, the The lilac-scent, the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves, Wood-violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence, Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere, To grace the bush I love--to sing with the birds, A warble for joy of returning in reminiscence.	./cache/chapter-224.txt	./txt/chapter-224.txt