J.
d'AUBRAY
BELL .
SPRING
IN
MONTPARNASSE .
HROUGH
the more
limpid
air
the
live
trams
clash
And
pitch
,
with
more
impetuous
speed
imbued
:
Black
trees
that all
the winter
seemed
to
brood
Thought
-
swathed
start up with
sudden
emerald
flash
And
stretchings
out
of
myriad
crumpled
hands
:
Huge
ship
-
like
corner
-
houses
that till now
Lay
listless
and
becalmed
shake
from
their
prow
Pennons
that thrill
towards unknown
spring
-
lands
:
The
cafés
spread
their awning
-
leaves
above
An
early
crop
of
pert habitués
;
The
teeming boulevard
Alickers and
sways
With
snap
of
life grown
tenser
;
half
-
beasts
rove
About the
sky
:
even
your
coldness
thaws
To
eagerness
beneath
the hot
sun
's
laws
.
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