Today I’m celebrating spring with a poem by my favorite poet, Christina Rossetti:
Spring Quiet
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
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:
Full of sweet scents,
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 the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”
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Oh I can’t wait for this part of spring! We have bright sun but cold, cold wind today. No sensible green buds will be bursting I am afraid. At least there is sunshine! Thanks for the forward look.
I’m in a part of the country with buds on the trees. The crocuses are in full bloom and on their ways out, the daffodils have just bloomed, and the tulips are getting ready to burst forth.
Thanks for this poem! I love Rosetti.
I’m in with another Rossetti on Spring. Great minds!!!
Nice! A mini-vacation for my brain. Thanks for sharing…I’m not too familiar with Rosetti. I love the simple sounds of this.
Our crocuses having nearly finished blooming here. The daffodils, forsythia, and grape hyacinths are in full bloom in our yard and we spotted a few violets today. Glad you’ve all enjoyed Rossetti!