POEM: SONG

By Edith Nesbit

Now the Spring is waking,

Very shy as yet,

Busy mending, making

Grass and violet.

Frowsy Winter's over:

See the budding lane!

Go and meet your lover:

Spring is here again!

Every day is longer

Than the day before;

Lambs are whiter, stronger,

Birds sing more and more;

Woods are less than shady,

Griefs are more than vain -

Go and kiss your lady:

Spring is here again!