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Edith Nesbit - The Promise Of Spring
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JUST a whisper, half-heard, 
But our heart knows the word; 
Caresses that seem 
Like love`s lips in a dream; 
    Yet we know she is here, 
    The desirèd, the dear, 
    The love of the year! 
    In the murmur of boughs, 
    In the softening of skies, 
    In the sun on the house, 
    In the daffodil`s green 
    (Half an inch, half-unseen 
    Mid the mournful brown mould 
    Where the rotten leaf lies) 
    Her story is told. 


O Spring, darling Spring, 
O sweet days of blue weather 
The thrushes shall sing, 
Fields shall grow green again, 
Daisies be seen again, 
Hedges grow white; 
Then down the lane, 
Grown leafy again, 
Shall go lovers together-- 
Lovers who see again 
    Sunshine and showers, 
    Perfume and flowers, 
    Dewy dear hours, 
        Dream and delight. 


Warm shall nests be again, 
Winter`s behind us; 
Springtime shall find us, 
Taking our hands, 
Lead us away from the cold and the snow, 
Into the green world where primroses grow. 
Winter, hard winter, forgotten, forgiven; 
All the old pain paid, to seventy times seven, 
        All the new glory a-glow. 
Love, when Spring calls, will you still turn away? 
Winter has wooed you in vain, and shall May? 
        Love, when Spring calls, will you go?
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