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O Hepatica

O Hepatica, when will you beckon

to awaken me from Winter’s lull?

I implore you to quickly usurp her

ere her lingering grinds my lobes dull.

Sweet Anemone, wait not a second

to emerge from your ashen abode,

for I’ve already faded to torpor

and my cognizance starts to corrode.

Dear ephemeral sprite, do you reckon

I’ll escape her in spite of the cold?

For I rue that she holds me in stupor

but your blossom wood get me paroled.