Poems (Thaxter)/Spring

by Celia Thaxter

For works with similar titles, see Spring.

SPRING.

The alder by the river
 Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
 For little boys and girls.

The little birds fly over,
 And O, how sweet they sing!
To tell the happy children
 That once again 'tis spring,

The gay green grass comes creeping
 So soft beneath their feet;
The frogs begin to ripple
 A music clear and sweet,

And buttercups are coming,
 And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
 The dandelions shine.

And just as many daisies.
 As their soft hands can hold.
The little ones may gather,
 All fair in white and gold.

Here blows the warm red clover,
 There peeps the violet blue;
O happy little children!
 God made them all for you.