Edith Nesbit

Song

   NOW the Spring is waking,
      Very shy as yet,
   Busy mending, making
      Grass and violet.
   Frowsy Winter’s over:
      See the budding lane!
   Go and meet your lover:
      Spring is here again!

   Every day is longer
      Than the day before;
   Lambs are whiter, stronger,
      Birds sing more and more;
   Woods are less than shady,
      Griefs are more than vain—
   Go and kiss your lady:
      Spring is here again!