In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin’s breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Tennyson

iris 6-1-13

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