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 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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THE VOICE OF SPRING.
It was the Voice of Spring—
That faint, far cry—
And birds began to sing,
And winds blew by.
That faint, far cry—
And birds began to sing,
And winds blew by.
And up the blossoms got—
They knew the call:—
The blue Forget-me-not,
The Lily, tall,
They knew the call:—
The blue Forget-me-not,
The Lily, tall,
And Mayflowers, pink and white
As any lass,
Sprang up, for heart's delight,
Among the grass.
As any lass,
Sprang up, for heart's delight,
Among the grass.
The happy world is fain
To hail the feet
Of Spring, who comes again,
Spring that is sweet.
To hail the feet
Of Spring, who comes again,
Spring that is sweet.
Let us, dear Heart, rejoice—
You, Love, and I;
We, too, have heard the Voice,
Our Spring is nigh.
You, Love, and I;
We, too, have heard the Voice,
Our Spring is nigh.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |