Poetry Archives

O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring,
 You hold my winter in forgetfulness;
Without my window lilac branches swing,
Within my gate I hear a robin sing—
 O little laughing blooms that lift and bless!

So blow the breezes in a soft caress,
 Blowing my dreams upon a swallow’s wing;
O little merry buds in dappled dress,
You fill my heart with very wantonness—
 O little buds all bourgeoning with Spring!