Ode--Spring: Paraphrased From Anacreon Poem by Maurice Thompson

Ode--Spring: Paraphrased From Anacreon



When Zephyr on his drooping wings
Soft sighs and spicy fragrance brings,
How sweet to wander on the lawns
Wrapped in the soft green grass of spring
And dewy splendors of the dawns.


How sweet with some dear, blushing maid
To sit in cooling waves of shade
And talk, while o'er her shoulders fair
Falls the full glory of her hair!

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