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A STARLING'S SPRING RONDEL

I clink my castanet
And beat my little drum;
For spring at last has come,
And on my parapet,
Of chestnut, gummy-wet,
Where bees begin to hum,
I clink my castanet,
And beat my little drum.

"Spring goes," you say, "suns set."
So be it!  Why be glum?
Enough, the spring has come;
And without fear or fret
I clink my castanet,
And beat my little drum.
James Cousins [1873-