Classic Poem

I MISS you, sweet! The spring is here;
The young grass trembles on the leas;
The violet's breath enchants the breeze;
And the blue sky bends low and near.

Home-coming birds, with carol clear,
Make their new nests in budding trees—
I miss you, sweet, now spring is here,
And young grass trembles on the leas.

You were my Spring, and spring is dear;
Without you can the May-time please?
Let lavish June withhold her fees,
And winter reign throughout the year—
I miss you, sweet, though spring is here.