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Silent Spring, O Silent Spring,

Retain thy Advent in the wings.

The little Sleepers in the trees

Lift their tiny wings and sing.

     The birds of summer wake and sing.

     Shall I not rise, shall I not rise

     And walk about the city now

     As if my Love had perished not?

On Sunday last I did so walk

And heard her call, heard Charlotte call.

     I must leave Phoenix now.

     I must leave Phoenix now.