An Offing
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The spring-prince would come today, let all roads be off
Cleared dust-mud-sand-pebbles and garbage, and Ray-hind
Dead fire, cool fire, corpse of fire laid on a girl's heart
The winter-man bewildered, sad, even too doubtful wind.
Why the lass far looking vacantly? it is she herself an offing
Crowned with kurubak-spikes yellow dot-adorned forehead
What could be if the spring-prince come? beyond imagination
A colourful stream flowing insidiously, her face expounded red.
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