Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches Fair and faint is woven mist, And the river's orient reaches Are the palest amethyst. Every limpid brook is singing Of the lure of April days; Every piney glen is ringing With the maddest roundelays. Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills. - Lucy Maud Montgomery, Spring Song

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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches Fair and faint is woven mist, And the river's orient reaches Are the palest amethyst. Every limpid brook is singing Of the lure of April days; Every piney glen is ringing With the maddest roundelays. Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills. - Lucy Maud Montgomery, Spring Song

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4 Comments:
Blogger Faith said...
love this poetry!

Blogger Pam said...
Wasn't Sunday's weather just gorgeous? And thank God for the heavy rain showers all Sat. night here. Did y'all get the rain as well? My yard was so happy today!

A beautiful post, thank you. connie

Blogger ~~Deby said...
What a beautiful Springtime post...I just love seeing everything come alive....Springing Forth.....

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