Roxanna Panufnik - Spring
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Nothing is so beautiful as Spring
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have their fling
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. - Have, get, beforе it cloy
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy
Most, O maid's child, thy choicе and worthy the winning
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have their fling
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. - Have, get, beforе it cloy
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy
Most, O maid's child, thy choicе and worthy the winning
