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The Call Of Spring

The Call of Spring Florence Wilkinson 571 I hearkened at dawn to the call of the Spring, The voice of a spirit, And my soul leapt up like a wildwood thing, Like a hawk from its tirret She is calling me out to the open wold, To the scurrying…

The Call of Spring

The Call of Spring. Florence Wilkinson 57.1 I hearkened at dawn to the call of the Spring, The voice of a spirit, And my soul leapt up like a wildwood thing, Like a hawk from its tirret. She is calling me out to the open wold, To the scurrying…