Spring Quiet - Celebrating Left Handers Day Illustrations on Night Cafe https://creator.nightcafe.studio/collection/JeQuLxq0WexsPqkOijU2 Watch on YouTube https://youtu.be/bVWXgfrSJ7o Watch on TikTok https://www.tiktok.com/@artelisabeth/video/7401987066642451743 Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the white-thorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. In the brief spring quiet Revel as birds sing Woods wake up from winter Before summer's full fierce heat 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; In the brief spring quiet Revel as birds sing Woods wake up from winter Before summer's full fierce heat 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. In the brief spring quiet Revel as birds sing Woods wake up from winter Before summer's full fierce heat
