SPRING SONG.
Sing me a song of the early spring,Of the yellow light where the clear air cools,Of the lithe willows bourgeoningIn the amber pools.Sing me a song of the spangled dells,Where hepaticas tremble in starry groups,Of the adder-tongue swinging its golden bellsAs the light wind swoops.Sing me a song of the shallow lakes,Of the hollow fall of the nimble rill,Of the trolling rapture the robin wakesOn the windy hill.Sing me a song of the gleaming swift,Of the vivid Maryland-yellow-throat,Of the vesper sparrow’s silver driftFrom the rise remote.Sing me a song of the crystal cage,Where the tender plants in the frames are set,Where kneels my love Armitage,Planting the pleasant mignonette.Sing me a song of the glow afar,Of the misty air and the crocus light,Of the new moon following a silver starThrough the early night.
Sing me a song of the early spring,Of the yellow light where the clear air cools,Of the lithe willows bourgeoningIn the amber pools.Sing me a song of the spangled dells,Where hepaticas tremble in starry groups,Of the adder-tongue swinging its golden bellsAs the light wind swoops.Sing me a song of the shallow lakes,Of the hollow fall of the nimble rill,Of the trolling rapture the robin wakesOn the windy hill.Sing me a song of the gleaming swift,Of the vivid Maryland-yellow-throat,Of the vesper sparrow’s silver driftFrom the rise remote.Sing me a song of the crystal cage,Where the tender plants in the frames are set,Where kneels my love Armitage,Planting the pleasant mignonette.Sing me a song of the glow afar,Of the misty air and the crocus light,Of the new moon following a silver starThrough the early night.
Sing me a song of the early spring,Of the yellow light where the clear air cools,Of the lithe willows bourgeoningIn the amber pools.
Sing me a song of the early spring,
Of the yellow light where the clear air cools,
Of the lithe willows bourgeoning
In the amber pools.
Sing me a song of the spangled dells,Where hepaticas tremble in starry groups,Of the adder-tongue swinging its golden bellsAs the light wind swoops.
Sing me a song of the spangled dells,
Where hepaticas tremble in starry groups,
Of the adder-tongue swinging its golden bells
As the light wind swoops.
Sing me a song of the shallow lakes,Of the hollow fall of the nimble rill,Of the trolling rapture the robin wakesOn the windy hill.
Sing me a song of the shallow lakes,
Of the hollow fall of the nimble rill,
Of the trolling rapture the robin wakes
On the windy hill.
Sing me a song of the gleaming swift,Of the vivid Maryland-yellow-throat,Of the vesper sparrow’s silver driftFrom the rise remote.
Sing me a song of the gleaming swift,
Of the vivid Maryland-yellow-throat,
Of the vesper sparrow’s silver drift
From the rise remote.
Sing me a song of the crystal cage,Where the tender plants in the frames are set,Where kneels my love Armitage,Planting the pleasant mignonette.
Sing me a song of the crystal cage,
Where the tender plants in the frames are set,
Where kneels my love Armitage,
Planting the pleasant mignonette.
Sing me a song of the glow afar,Of the misty air and the crocus light,Of the new moon following a silver starThrough the early night.
Sing me a song of the glow afar,
Of the misty air and the crocus light,
Of the new moon following a silver star
Through the early night.