Thomas S. Jones, Jr.: A Song in Spring

A Song in Spring

Thomas S. Jones, Jr.

O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring,  You hold my winter in forgetfulness; Without my window lilac branches swing, Within my gate I hear a robin sing —  O little laughing blooms that lift and bless!
So blow the breezes in a soft caress,  Blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing; O little merry buds in dappled dress, You fill my heart with very wantonness —  O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring!