第8章 POEM: SONG

Now the Spring is waking, Very shy as yet, Busy mending, making Grass and violet.

Frowsy Winter's over:

See the budding lane!

Go and meet your lover:

Spring is here again!

Every day is longer Than the day before;

Lambs are whiter, stronger, Birds sing more and more;

Woods are less than shady, Griefs are more than vain -

Go and kiss your lady:

Spring is here again!