Ivor Gurney - West Country
Channel: PoetryProse Project
Date: 2015-04-03

Spring comes soon to Maisemore 
And spring comes sweet, 

With bird-songs and blue skies, 
On gay dancing feet ; 

But she is such a shy lady 
I fear we'll never meet. 



Yet some day round a corner 
Where the hedge foams white, 

I'll find Spring sleeping 

In the young-crescent night, 

And seize her and make her 
Yield all her delight. 

But yon's a glad story 

That's yet to be told. 
Here's grey winter's bareness 

And no-shadowed cold. 
O Spring, with your music, 

Your blue, green, and gold, 
Come shame his hard wisdom 

With laughter and gold ! 

Notes - hedge foaming white is hawthorn hedge in blossom.