Hearing the frogs in a green marsh
Breaks through the heart’s dry twigs, making
A sudden bud upon the harsh
Mind’s thorn, pointed and sweet-shaking
Within. Hearing the frogs is like
A fiddle-bow across the heart-
At first so light it leaves no pain,
Until the music strikes a part
Long still, that now must live again.
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