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1858–1924

SPRING SONG

Edith Nesbit

Here’ s the Spring-time, Sweet! Earth’ s green gown is new, Lambs begin to bleat, Doves begin to coo,

Birds begin to woo In the wood and lane; Sweet, the tale is true Spring is here again!

I have been discreet All the winter through; Now, before your feet, Blossoms let me strew.

Flowers, as yet, are few; Will my lady deign Take this flower or two? Spring is here again

Make the year complete, Give the Spring her due! All the flowers entreat, All the song-birds sue.

’ Twixt the green and blue Let Love wake and reign, Let me worship you — Spring is here again!

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