Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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IT IS THE VOICE OF SPRING. |
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IT IS THE VOICE OF SPRING.
It is the Voice of Spring—
The Cuckoo's thrilling call—
What tidings doth it bring
Of vernal joy to all!
The Cuckoo's thrilling call—
What tidings doth it bring
Of vernal joy to all!
Thrice welcome, welcome, Spring—
And thou, sweet Bird, again!
Now blessed be the wing
That sped thee o'er the main.
And thou, sweet Bird, again!
Now blessed be the wing
That sped thee o'er the main.
It is a merry time,
Oh! Spring—thou'rt all delight—
Evening seems fair as prime—
And showers as sunshine bright!
Oh! Spring—thou'rt all delight—
Evening seems fair as prime—
And showers as sunshine bright!
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The least small buds appear
Lovely as full-blown flowers
To us, who still hold dear
Spring's young imperfect hours—
Lovely as full-blown flowers
To us, who still hold dear
Spring's young imperfect hours—
Our thoughts, the least hint take;
Those unblown buds we view—
And see them burst and break—
In finished form and hue.
Those unblown buds we view—
And see them burst and break—
In finished form and hue.
We, prescient, see them wake
In the young Spring's glowing arms,
And for their future sake
Cherish the unfinished charms!
In the young Spring's glowing arms,
And for their future sake
Cherish the unfinished charms!
Oh! Spring! thou matchless Spring!—
Thine hours in rapture roll!—
Thou art a Voice—a Wing—
A Breath—a blessed Soul!—
Thine hours in rapture roll!—
Thou art a Voice—a Wing—
A Breath—a blessed Soul!—
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Spring, thou art all delight!
Thine Evenings seem as fair
As Morning—and thy Night,
Stars and ambrosial air!
Thine Evenings seem as fair
As Morning—and thy Night,
Stars and ambrosial air!
Thou'rt in thy beauty now,
And Time, the old hoary Time,
Seems wearing on his brow
A glowing wreath sublime!
And Time, the old hoary Time,
Seems wearing on his brow
A glowing wreath sublime!
The old hoary Time appears
In golden youth to be—
A smiling front he rears
Since he hath looked on thee.
In golden youth to be—
A smiling front he rears
Since he hath looked on thee.
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