The Year's at the Spring
The Year's At The Spring by Robert Browning

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;

The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;

God's in his Heaven—
All's right with the world!
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven—
All's right with the world!
Ahh, signs of spring!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Signs of Spring are everywhere here, it gives such hope.
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