Spring

The coming of Spring by Mary Howitt

I am coming little maiden,
With the pleasant sunshine laden,
With the pollen for the bee,
With the blossom for the tree,
With the flower and with the leaf--
Till I come the time is brief.

I am coming, I am coming,
Hark the little bee is humming,
See the lark is soaring high
In the bright and sunny sky;
And the gnats are on the wing--
Little maiden now is Spring.

See the yellow catkins cover
All the slender willows over,
And on mossy banks so green
Starlike primroses are seen,
And their clustering leaves below
White and purple violets grow.

Hark! The little lambs are bleating,
And the cawing rooks are meeting
In the elms, a noisy crowd,
And all birds are singing loud,
And the first white butterfly
In the sun goes flitting by.

Little maiden look around thee,
Green and flowery fields surround thee;
Every little stream is bright,
All the orchard trees are white,
And each small and waving shoot
Has for thee sweet flower or fruit.

Turn thy eyes to earth and heaven,
Love, for thee the spring hath given,
Taught the birds their melodies,
Clothed the earth and cleared the skies.
For thy pleasure or thy food
Pour thy soul in gratitude,
So may thou midst blessings dwell,
Little maiden, fare thee well.