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Now where the bare sky spans the l… Up long brown fallows creeps the s… Scattering the seed-corn that must… Till by Spring’s carillon awakene… Ruffling the tangles of his thicke…
‘Awake, awake, for the Springtime… March daffodils too long dreaming; The lark is high in the spacious s… And the celandine’s stars are glea… The gorse is ablaze, and the woodl…
Hark! Spring is coming. Her heral… Cuckoo! The air resounds and the woodland… Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Leave the milking pail and the man…
Spring came out of the woodland ch… With her violet eyes and her primr… With an iris scarf for her sole ap… And a voice as blithe as a blackbi… As she flitted by garth and slippe…
Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest… Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepes… Breeze! O breeze! that fannest th… Oh linger by the lattice of sweet… Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest…
Though we must die, I would not d… When fields are brown and bleak, When wild-geese stream across the… And the cart-lodge timbers creak. For it would be so lone and drear
Hush! or you’ll wake her. Softly… She slumbers in her little bed. What do I see? A coffin! Dead? Yes, dead at break of morning. No, no, it cannot, cannot be!
I stand within the Abbey walls, Where soft the slanting sunlight f… In gleams of mellow grace: The organ swells, the anthem soars… And waves of prayerful music pours
I saw this morning, with a sudden… Spring preparing to depart. I know her well and so I told her… ‘Why did you, Spring, your coming… If, now here, you cannot stay?
The lights of Mesolongi gleam Before me, now the day is gone; And vague as leaf on drifting stre… My keel glides on. No mellow moon, no stars arise;
Give me October’s meditative haze… Its gossamer mornings, dewy-wimple… Dewy and fragrant, fragrant and se… The long slow sound of farmward-we… When homely Love sups quiet ‘mid…
All the seasons of the year, I have flowers for you, dear. When the ploughland’s flecked with… And the blue-eyed scyllas blow, Gazing, through the wintry gale,
Beyond the pasture’s withered bent… Upstanding hop, recumbent fleece, And sheaves of wheat, like weather… A twilight bivouac of peace.
Dearest, I know thee wise and goo… Beloved by all the best; With fancy like Ithuriel’s spear, A judgment proof 'gainst rage or f… Heart firm through many a stormy y…
She came into the April air, And passed across the silvery lawn… Blithe was her voice, her brow was… And rippled from her radiant hair The glow and glory of the dawn.