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At first she was ready to weep with sadness and despair , but as she thought upon it she came to see in the dream a good omen . It had been long since she had dreamed a vision of perfect health with no touch of impotence at its close . There was something of hope in this vision ; a man 's hand had broken the spell of weakness . _ Days of witchery subtly sweet , When every hill and tree finds heart , When winter and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part -- In the April days . _ _ Nights when the wood-frogs faintly peep -- Tr-eep , tr-eep -- and then are still , And the woodpeckers ' martial voices sweep Like bugle-blasts , from hill to hill , Through the breathless haze . _ _ Days when the soil is warm with rain , And through the wood the shy wind steals , Rich with the pine and the poplar smell , -- And the joyous soul like a dancer , reels Through the broadening days . _ _ -- From `` Prairie Songs . ''