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Christina Rossetti: Spring Quiet

Spring Quiet

Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing;
Where in the whitethorn
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
'We spread no snare;
'Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
'Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.'