'Tis Spring, My Love, 'Tis Spring

John Clare

1793 to 1864

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