Listen.
They are coming, don't you hear them,
All the whispers in the air;
The sounds of bird, and bee and wave,
And the sunny days so fair?
All the whispers in the air;
The sounds of bird, and bee and wave,
And the sunny days so fair?
Don't you hear the roses whisper,
At the root of parent stem,
"I must hasten with my fragrance,
And fling out my love emblem?"
At the root of parent stem,
"I must hasten with my fragrance,
And fling out my love emblem?"
And the violet and crocus,
How they stir the yielding mould,
With their earnest little pushing,
As their heads they soon will hold
How they stir the yielding mould,
With their earnest little pushing,
As their heads they soon will hold
Above the earth and grasses,
With a dainty perfume rare,
As nodding to their sisters
Wood-anemone so fair.
With a dainty perfume rare,
As nodding to their sisters
Wood-anemone so fair.
The waters will rush by them
In frantic leap and play;
Leaves will rustle, birds will warble
All the livelong summer day.
In frantic leap and play;
Leaves will rustle, birds will warble
All the livelong summer day.
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