Love
Where winds abound
From Underneath the Bough (1898)
Love
Where winds abound,
And fields are hilly,
Shy daffadilly
Looks down on the ground.
Rose cones of larch
Are just beginning;
Though oaks are spinning
No oak-leaves in March.
Spring's at the core.
The boughs are sappy:
Good to be happy
So long, long before!
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Codex Note
The First Book of Songs
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MLA
Field, Michael. “Where winds abound.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/58/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “Where winds abound.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/58/.
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