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.'
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"Gone were but the Winter,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Christina Georgina Rossetti delivers a powerful performance in "Spring Quiet"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...