Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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V. SPRING.
Come, Spring, O come;
And loiter not so long
In distant Southern isles,
Or in the glens of Araby the Blest.
And loiter not so long
In distant Southern isles,
Or in the glens of Araby the Blest.
Come, Spring, O come;
For I am sick at heart
Of the dull winter's length,
And yearn to see thy winsome face again.
For I am sick at heart
Of the dull winter's length,
And yearn to see thy winsome face again.
On the fresh blade
Glistens the rime of morn,
Waiting for thee to come,
And with thy breath exhale it to the skies.
Glistens the rime of morn,
Waiting for thee to come,
And with thy breath exhale it to the skies.
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For thee the bud
Its fragile form unfolds;
And opening film by film
Spreads to the tempting air its leaf of gauze.
Its fragile form unfolds;
And opening film by film
Spreads to the tempting air its leaf of gauze.
The lamb for thee,
Thrilling with young delight,
Skips through the fleecy fold
On the warm slope of many a sunny vale;
Thrilling with young delight,
Skips through the fleecy fold
On the warm slope of many a sunny vale;
While near at hand,
From hedge-rows faintly green,
To frequent bleatings shrill
The newly-mating birds in songs reply.
From hedge-rows faintly green,
To frequent bleatings shrill
The newly-mating birds in songs reply.
Then from afar
Once more appear, O Spring,
Breathing most odorous sweets,
With robe of violet and lily crown.
Once more appear, O Spring,
Breathing most odorous sweets,
With robe of violet and lily crown.
Once more appear,
Enchantress of the world!
Who with sweet siren voice
Lullest the harsh notes of the wintry gale!
Enchantress of the world!
Who with sweet siren voice
Lullest the harsh notes of the wintry gale!
So to thy call
All nature shall respond,
And grateful, o'er thy head
Strew the white blossoms of the early year.
All nature shall respond,
And grateful, o'er thy head
Strew the white blossoms of the early year.
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