'Tis Spring, My Love, 'Tis Spring
John Clare
1793 to 1864
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And the happiness of loves young dream.
And their bloom in its first hours,
And be the finest flower that ever grew.
I love Spring's early flowers,
But the brightest and the loveliest crimson place
If 't was Winter, left alone with you,
And the hazel catkins hing,
But they never half so bright or lovely seem
Would make a Summer place,
'Tis Spring, my love, 'tis Spring,
'Tis Spring, my love, 'tis Spring,
Is not so fresh and fair,
As your bosom's hidden skin—
Of my darling's blushing face,
And the birds begin to sing:
The sun arose from bed,
That sweetest of all flowers that ever grew.
Or so sweet beyond compare,
As the blithe and happy grace
All strewn with roses red,
Your bonny form and face,
While the snowdrop has its little blebs of dew;
But that's not so white within
As thy blushing, ever smiling, happy face.