Classic Poem

The spring comes on daily
The wood bank encloses
Its blue violets gaily
And brimstone primroses
Veined Ivy leaves traces
Green moss patches bring
In woods and sweet places
First sight o' the spring
The milk maid each morning in cotton drab Gown
As fresh as a Rose bears her milk to the Town

2

Spring is the happiest
Season of love
The grass is the nappiest
And greenest above
Blue skys are the clearest
And heaven more high
Woods and ridings are dearest
When Adelaide's nigh
A cropping new primroses walking along
And hearing with pleasure the milking maids song

3

How bright peep the primroses
How sweet violets smell
In the narrow green closes
And briar tangl'ed dell
The larks o'er the stubble shock
Singing full high
The Guns on the double cock
Watching hares running bye
One starts the Guns crack and wizzes a smoak
It falls and cries " auntie" beneath the lopped oak