Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/Spring Quiet
SPRING QUIET.
GONE were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethorn
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
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.
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;
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 dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
"Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be."
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be."