Popular Poetry. BOOK I. SPRING. COME, Spring, O come; And loiter not so long, In distant Southern isles, For I am sick at heart Of the dull winter's length, And yearn to see thy cheerful face again. On the fresh blade Glistens the rime of morn, Waiting for thee to come, And with thy breath exhale it to the skies. For thee the bud Its fragile form unfolds ; And opening film by film, Spreads to the tempting air its leaf of gauze. The lamb for thee, Thrilling with young delight, Skips through the fleecy fold B S ringadran af lacres trual rain. eta, from the mountain stealing, Fie verdant vales along; the songster's tongue is sealing ; e dark grove is heard his songs ht and lovely hues revealing, ents the field and forest thrung; water the earth in radiant showers, ainbows play among the flowers. From the German of Turk, While near at hand, From hedgerows faintly green, To frequent bleatings shrill Then from afar Once more appear, O Spring, Breathing thy odorous sweets, Once more appear, Enchantress of the world! Who with sweet syren voice So at thy call All nature shall revive, And grateful, o'er thy head, Caswall. APPROACH OF SPRING. Now that the Winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or calls an icy cream Upon the silver lake, or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbéd earth, And makes it tender; gives a second birth To the dead swallow ; wakes in hollow tree The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee. Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring In triumph to the world the youthful Spring. The valleys, hills, and woods, in rich array, Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May. Now all things smile. Carew. а |