Poems (Browning)/Spring (O the joy of Spring—)
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Spring
O the joy of Spring— And her singing birds,The pulsing flutter Of laughing words,The merry flowerets Brushed in dew,O glorious Spring! I love—I love you!
O what care I If Spring is old;For old she seemeth To wise man World;Rollicking gladly, Winsome and free,Airy and fairy, Is Spring to me.
Dance with the sun, Be merry and singHeigh O! heigh O! to glorious Spring.
On the hillside green At the summer's crest,In sprightly dancing Gay Spring finds rest;O how you twinkle Dancing feet,And echo and echo A rhythmic beat.
If I dared speak A single name,If thoughts were flowers That summers bring,June is my fancy, Spring is my love,Joy's cast about us From Heaven above.
Dance with the sun, Be merry and singHeigh O! heigh O! to glorious Spring.