Where Art Thou, Spring?
Where Art Thou, Spring?
Thou art Spring, elusive vixen...
why thee shy, to hide thy face?
all await thy gracious presence
in this winter smitten place.
Hasten, Spring, be not thee shrewish
withhold not thy beauty fair...
'Tis not nice to play the temptress,
to hide thy face inspires despair.
Come forth, Spring, seductive siren
hesitate no more to hide...
All creation yearns thy bearing
paused to celebrate thy pride.
Thou art Spring, a shy enchantress...
why thee tease, to hide thy grace?
all await thy precious entrance
in this winter smitten place.
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