CLAMBERING up the rocky bank,
Briers and honeysuckles fling
Greenest branches unto air
Fragrant in the early spring:
Streams let loose from winter’s thrall
Sparkling thro’ the meadows play,
And with silver voices call:
Wherefore must I be away?
Crocuses by sunbeams lit,
Hypaticas of many dyes,
Lose the lover who ador’d them,
Singing sonnets to their eyes,–
I, who know each little nook
Where the early violets grow,
I, who used to hail the snowdrops
Softly blooming through the snow.–
All who used to peep at me
Now unsought, unsung must be.
Every voice of Nature calls me,
Here immur’d must I remain;
Ever in my dreams I whisper,
“When will summer come again?”
(Bessie Rayner Parkes)
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