Roughed by winter, unleaved all but the cedar, they showed to a pale March sun lack only, no splendour. April speeded astonishing rise of sap to swell with growth the farthest reaching buds. June summer now and the perfect leaves compose with boughs and branches the vivid temple poets contemplate.
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Roughed by winter, unleaved all but the cedar,
they showed to a pale March sun
lack only, no splendour.
April speeded astonishing rise of sap
to swell with growth the farthest reaching buds.
June summer now and the perfect leaves
compose with boughs and branches
the vivid temple poets contemplate.
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