MISTRESS SPRING

By Radclyffe Hall

Sweet Mistress Spring, all decked in green,

How fresh you look this morning;

‘ Tis sure a year since we have seen

Such flowers your brow adorning.

And will you come and walk with me?

I'll prove an ardent lover,

Beneath the boughs of some kind tree

We'll seek convenient cover.

There will I praise with light refrain

Your most enchanting weather,

While you shall make a daisy chain,

To bind our hearts together.