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Sonnets

by Edward Moxon

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SONNET XXV.

[O spring, I've lov'd thee from my earliest youth]

O spring, I've lov'd thee from my earliest youth;
I've doated on thy songs and on thy flowers;
I've lain and dreamt sweet dreams within thy bowers,
And ev'n now love thee with a first love's truth.
O whence this fond endearment? Whence this thrill?
This deep emotion, which through every limb
Runs like a current of new life to him
Who has escap'd from death? Is it that hill,
Green hill, and sunny vale, and sparkling stream,
And gladsome bird—so like on wanton wing
The being that I was, in my life's spring,
When youth was love and sorrow but a dream,—
Bring to my mind assurance of the day,
When youth renewed shall burst this mortal clay?