Spring.
I am coming, I am coming, With my carpet soft and green; I have spread it o'er the common, And a prettier ne'er was seen. Soon I'll spangle it with clover, And the dandelions bright; You shall pick them in your aprons, Yellow, red, and snowy white. I am coming, and the tree-tops, That all winter were so bare, You shall see, with small leaves covered, Wave their branches in the air. I am coming! Little children, Can you tell me who am I? If not, you will soon remember, For I'm just now passing by.
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"I am coming, I am coming,..."
This evocative piece by H. P. Nichols, titled "Spring.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...