O faithless ones! That cannot bear
Sharp pain and wan dejection,
Come witness in the vernal air
Earth’s yearly resurrection!
For what are we but winter roots,
Wrapping in many folds our fruits,
Which cannot ripen here?
Our spirits from their mortal birth
Spend only in the soil of the earth
One season of the year.
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