Wild honey from various thyme | ||
101
VER
The spring is riding through the sky:
[O Ver!]
Would I were fleet of wing
To ride with her.
[O Ver!]
Would I were fleet of wing
To ride with her.
She is strong; she has breathed no sigh:
[O Ver!]
To think of the violets
Asleep with her!
[O Ver!]
To think of the violets
Asleep with her!
Far from valley and primrose-croft,
[O Ver!]
In the wilderness, high,
She cradleth her.
[O Ver!]
In the wilderness, high,
She cradleth her.
She is mild, she is lulling soft:
[O Ver!]
The clouds so far below
And the joy of her!
[O Ver!]
The clouds so far below
And the joy of her!
Wild honey from various thyme | ||