The Grey Spring

I saw the green Spring

Wading the brooks

With wild jay laughter

And hoyden looks.

I saw the grey Spring

Weeping alone

Where woods are misty

And buds unblown.

Red were the lips

Whence laughter leapt;

But Oh, it was Beauty

Herself that wept.

–Alfred Noyes

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