6APRIL, 1885Wanton with long delay the gay spring leaping cometh;The blackthorn starreth now his bough on the eve of May:All day in the sweet box-tree the bee for pleasure hummeth:The cuckoo sends afloat his note on the air all day.Now dewy nights again and rain in gentle showerAt root of tree and flower have quenched the winter’s drouth:On high the hot sun smiles, and banks of cloud up-towerIn bulging heads that crowd for miles the dazzling south.
6APRIL, 1885Wanton with long delay the gay spring leaping cometh;The blackthorn starreth now his bough on the eve of May:All day in the sweet box-tree the bee for pleasure hummeth:The cuckoo sends afloat his note on the air all day.Now dewy nights again and rain in gentle showerAt root of tree and flower have quenched the winter’s drouth:On high the hot sun smiles, and banks of cloud up-towerIn bulging heads that crowd for miles the dazzling south.
APRIL, 1885
Wanton with long delay the gay spring leaping cometh;The blackthorn starreth now his bough on the eve of May:All day in the sweet box-tree the bee for pleasure hummeth:The cuckoo sends afloat his note on the air all day.Now dewy nights again and rain in gentle showerAt root of tree and flower have quenched the winter’s drouth:On high the hot sun smiles, and banks of cloud up-towerIn bulging heads that crowd for miles the dazzling south.
Wanton with long delay the gay spring leaping cometh;The blackthorn starreth now his bough on the eve of May:All day in the sweet box-tree the bee for pleasure hummeth:The cuckoo sends afloat his note on the air all day.Now dewy nights again and rain in gentle showerAt root of tree and flower have quenched the winter’s drouth:On high the hot sun smiles, and banks of cloud up-towerIn bulging heads that crowd for miles the dazzling south.
Wanton with long delay the gay spring leaping cometh;The blackthorn starreth now his bough on the eve of May:All day in the sweet box-tree the bee for pleasure hummeth:The cuckoo sends afloat his note on the air all day.
Wanton with long delay the gay spring leaping cometh;
The blackthorn starreth now his bough on the eve of May:
All day in the sweet box-tree the bee for pleasure hummeth:
The cuckoo sends afloat his note on the air all day.
Now dewy nights again and rain in gentle showerAt root of tree and flower have quenched the winter’s drouth:On high the hot sun smiles, and banks of cloud up-towerIn bulging heads that crowd for miles the dazzling south.
Now dewy nights again and rain in gentle shower
At root of tree and flower have quenched the winter’s drouth:
On high the hot sun smiles, and banks of cloud up-tower
In bulging heads that crowd for miles the dazzling south.