'Tis Spring, My Love, 'Tis Spring

John Clare

1793 to 1864

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And the hazel catkins hing,
Would make a Summer place,
'Tis Spring, my love, 'tis Spring,
As the blithe and happy grace
And the birds begin to sing:
Is not so fresh and fair,
And the happiness of loves young dream.
As your bosom's hidden skin—
And be the finest flower that ever grew.
I love Spring's early flowers,
Of my darling's blushing face,
While the snowdrop has its little blebs of dew;
Your bonny form and face,
As thy blushing, ever smiling, happy face.
If 't was Winter, left alone with you,
That sweetest of all flowers that ever grew.
Or so sweet beyond compare,
And their bloom in its first hours,
The sun arose from bed,
All strewn with roses red,
But they never half so bright or lovely seem
But the brightest and the loveliest crimson place
But that's not so white within
'Tis Spring, my love, 'tis Spring,