Spring Quiet

"Gone were but the Winter,

Come were but the Spring,

I would go to a covert

Where the birds sing;

Spring Robin 2

Tracie Thompson

(2014)

Where in the whitethorn

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

Mostly shadily;

Here is heard an echo

Of the far sea,

Though far off it be."

Christina Rossetti

1830-1894

English poetess