The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew.
Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing-- My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.
On a spring night, the speaker steps into a world that feels newly made. Leaves are just opening, moonlight seems to fill the whole world, and lilacs are heavy with dew. Everything is full to the edge. In the moving shadows, she pauses, catches her breath, and sings.
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