by Mary Ann Evans (1819 - 1880), as George Eliot

Sweet Springtime
Language: English 
It was in the prime
Of the sweet Spring-time
  In the linnet's throat
  Trembled the love-note,
And the love-stirred air
Thrilled the blossoms there.
  Little shadows danced,
    Each a tiny elf,
  Happy in large light
    And the thinnest self. 

It was but a minute
  In a far-off Spring,
  But each gentle thing,
Sweetly-wooing linnet,
  Soft-thrilled hawthorn-tree,
    Happy shadowy elf,
    With the thinnest self,
  Live [still on]1 in me.
[O the sweet, sweet prime]2
Of the past Spring-time!

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1 Stanford: "on still"
2 Stanford: "It was in the prime"


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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 77