Spring Quiet
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.”
--Christina Rossetti (from Verses, 1847)
There is a renewed freshness when spring finally comes. I've been enjoying blossoms at home as well.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. (The photo and the words!)
ReplyDeletethanks! i thought it was a perfect poem for these spring days :)
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