Not Spring Is This; By Rumi Balkhi

Not spring is this;
Nay, ours another season is-
Back of each languorous eye
Another unison doth lie.
Though every bough
Within the wood is dancing now,
Each bough as it doth swing
Out of another root doth spring.

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