conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Sunday, April 10, 2005
On Spring...
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, or June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.
--Robert Herrick, Hesperides, 1648
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