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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.

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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.

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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.