by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930)

Look! Look! The spring is come
Language: English 
Look! Look! The spring is come :
O feel the gentle air,
That wanders thro' the boughs to burst
The thick buds everywhere !
The birds are glad to see
The high unclouded sun :
Winter is fled away, they sing,
The gay time is begun.
 
Adown the meadows green
Let us go dance and play,
And look for violets in the lane,
And ramble far away
To gather primroses,
That in the woodland grow,
And hunt for oxslips, or if yet
The blades of blue bells show :
 
There the old woodman gruff
Hath half the coppice cut,
And weaves the hurdles all day long
Beside his willow hut.
We'll steal on him, and then
Startle him, all with glee
Singing our song of winter fled
And summer soon to be.

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Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani

This text was added to the website: 2008-06-21
Line count: 24
Word count: 132