A Song in Spring

Thomas S. Jones, Jr.

O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring,
 You hold my winter in forgetfulness;
Without my window lilac branches swing,
Within my gate I hear a robin sing —
 O little laughing blooms that lift and bless!
So blow the breezes in a soft caress,
 Blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing;
O little merry buds in dappled dress,
You fill my heart with very wantonness —
 O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring!


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