Poems with rhymes of spring

As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

The Morning—Happy thing—
Supposed that He had come to dwell—
And Life would all be Spring!

As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,
I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;

The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing

And tied a final knot of string,
Rang up the change and becked his head,
Elated at the breath of Spring.

HERE lies the blithe Spring,
Who first taught birds to sing,

Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing!
That, in the merry months o' spring,

And homeward she did bring
Within her lawny continent,
The treasure of the Spring.

Lives that lonely thing
That shone before these eyes
Targeted, trod like Spring.

Ye alike unfold the wing,
Migrate hither, sojourn here,
Both attendant on the spring!

As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,
I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;

I had, I think, as fair a spring;
July let equal fortune bring;

Ha, ha, hark, hark, the Cuckoos sing
Cuckoo, to welcome in the Spring.

In a far-off spring,
But each gentle thing,

I took a broken root to fling
Where the proud, wayward squirrel went,
Taking delight that he could spring;

And so soon as the Spring
Flowers shall bring?

No news of your false spring
To my heart’s winter bring,

To hear the birds sing,
Without you my lady
How can there be Spring?

Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!

Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!