Spring has Sprung

"Spring Quiet"
Christina Rossetti (1847)

Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air

Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;

“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,

With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.

“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;

Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,

Though far off it be.”

We hope you enjoyed this beautiful poem of Spring by a brilliant poet (courtesy of our Mom's love of literature). Oh what fun and beauty there is to experience in the Spring!
(Don't you just love the cherry trees in full bloom in front of our house?! We do! They're pink...enough said!)