New leaves grow green on the banyan twigs,
And red on the almond tree,
The honey-birds pipe to the budding figs,
And honey-blooms call the bee.

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Kingfishers ruffle the feathery sedge,
And all the vivid air thrills
With butterfly-wings in the wild-rose hedge,
And the tremulous blue of the hills.

Kamala tinkles a lingering foot
By the shrine in the tamarind grove,
While Gopal blows on his bamboo flute
An idyll of spring and love.