Was ever known a stranger thing? But yesterday I met the Spring -- The maiden, madcap Spring herself -- Through blossomed meadows straying. "Now whither go you, sweet," quoth I, And she, "Good Sir, both low and high I go a-Maying." Quoth I, "But yours is @3every@1 rose!" Quoth she, "A fairer one than grows In all my gardens of the world Is this I hasten after." Quoth I, "Wilt bear it back to me?" "To you and many a one," quoth she And went her way with laughter. And lo! at twilight to my door Came Spring, and in her lap she bore A little, winged, tricksy lad With fresh plucked roses playing. "Why, Spring, 'tis he!" I cried to her. "What else did you expect, Fair Sir," Quoth she, "When Spring goes Maying?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY WANDERER by PERCY ADDLESHAW THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SAVONAROLA BROWN, SELECTION by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |