Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/58

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BROOK-SONG: TO THE SPRING

Now by my banks are tender blossoms blowing:
In fragrant loveliness they smile on me,—
But I must hasten to the river, knowing
The river will lead onward to the sea.


High over me the budding branches quiver
With songs that swell in happy harmony;
But sweeter is the murmur of the river,—
The river that leads onward to the sea!