  I heard the buds open their lips and whisper, Whisper, "Spring is here!" The robins listened And sang it loud. The blue-birds came In a fluttering crowd. The cardinal preached It high and proud, Spring! And thro the warm earth their song went trilling, Trilling, "Wake! Arise!" The kingcups quickly The bluets stept From the moss in throng. Like fairies too Came the cress along. Spring! And love in your breast, my lass, awaking— Waking. Love was born! Your eyes were kindled, Your lips were warm. Wild beauties broke From your face and form. And all my heart Was a heaven-storm, Was Spring! |
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