Poems (Browning)/Spring (O the joy of Spring—)

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Spring
O the joy of Spring—
 And her singing birds,
The pulsing flutter
 Of laughing words,
The merry flowerets
 Brushed in dew,
O glorious Spring!
 I love—I love you!

O what care I
 If Spring is old;
For old she seemeth
 To wise man World;
Rollicking gladly,
 Winsome and free,
Airy and fairy,
 Is Spring to me.

Dance with the sun,
 Be merry and sing
Heigh O! heigh O! to glorious Spring.

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On the hillside green
 At the summer's crest,
In sprightly dancing
 Gay Spring finds rest;
O how you twinkle
 Dancing feet,
And echo and echo
 A rhythmic beat.

If I dared speak
 A single name,
If thoughts were flowers
 That summers bring,
June is my fancy,
 Spring is my love,
Joy's cast about us
 From Heaven above.

Dance with the sun,
 Be merry and sing
Heigh O! heigh O! to glorious Spring.

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