Thomas S. Jones Jr.

A Song In Spring

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,

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