by Robert Louis Stevenson
The air was full of sun and birds,
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Rememberance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly.
The fallows and the leafless trees
And all my spirit tingled-
My earliest thought of love, and Spring's
First puff of perfume mingled.
In my still heart the thoughts awoke,
Came lone by lone together-
Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love
A mere affair of weather?
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