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A Song in Spring
by
Thomas S. Jones, Jr.


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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!


This poem is in the public domain.

 

 


Thomas S. Jones, Jr. (1882 – 1932) was an American writer and editor. Born in New York, he was a graduate of Cornell University and worked for several years at the New York Times. Some of his poems were set to music.

 

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
barbsteff:
Old-fashioned language in a spritely song to spring.
Posted 03/21/2019 05:00 PM
cork:
Oh, they rhyme scheme!
Posted 03/21/2019 09:08 AM


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