Lenten spring has come to town With blossoms the birds sing round, That all this bliss bringeth; Day's-eyes in his dales, 5 Notes sweet of nightingales. Each fowl his song singeth. The thrush-cock threshes "oo." Away is all their winter woe When woodruff springeth. 10 Sweet fowls are singing fairly fair And wilt thus all their winter woe While the woods ringeth. The rose arises, wraps her robe; The leaves in the light wood 15 Wax all out with a will. The moon demands her blue, oh; The lily is lissome to see, oh, The fennel and the chervil. Wooing are the wild drakes; 20 Mares merge with their mates As the stream strikes still. Moody songs, some; so do more! I know I am one of those For love must like me ill. 25 The moon mandates her light; So does the seemly sun so bright When brides sing so bravely. Dews dunk the dunes; Deers with their dears run, 30 So hearts within them dream; Worms weave under clod; Women wax wondrous proud, So well the spring suits them. If I should want my way with one 35 This wondrous weal I will forego And with the woods be done.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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