The Voice of Spring
by Mary Howitt
I am coming, I am coming!

Hark! the honey bee is humming;

See, the lark is soaring high

In the blue and sunny sky,

And the gnats are on the wing

Wheeling round in airy ring.

Listen! New-born lambs are bleating,

And the cawing rooks are meeting

In the elms–a noisy crowd.

All the birds are singing loud,

And the first white butterfly

In the sunshine dances by.

Look around you, look around!

Flowers in all the fields abound,

Every running stream is bright,

All the orchard trees are white,

And each small and waving shoot

Promises sweet autumn fruit.


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