O Spring will waken the heart of me
When the green bud quickens on every tree.
The Spring will waken the heart of me.
And dews of honey will rain on the lea.
Tangling the grasses in silver nets.
Yes, Spring will waken the heart of me
With the rapture of blown violets!
Alice Furlong (1875 - 1946) Ireland
Source: The book of Irish poetry by Alfred Perceval Graves, The Talbot Press, 1917
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