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Spring’s Bedfellow

Spring went about the woods to-day,

The soft-foot winter-thief,

And found where idle sorrow lay

‘Twixt flower and faded leaf.

She looked on him, and found him fair

For all she had been told;

She knelt adown beside him there,

And sang of days of old.

His open eyes beheld her nought,

Yet ‘gan his lips to move;

But life and deeds were in her thought,

And he would sing of love.

So sang they till their eyes did meet,

And faded fear and shame;

More bold he grew, and she more sweet,

Until they sang the same.

Until, say they who know the thing,

Their very lips did kiss,

And Sorrow laid abed with Spring

Begat an earthly bliss.

(william morris)