Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

THISTLEDOWN: 7 by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: THERE'S A FLUSH ON THE FACE OF THE APPLE-TREES
Last Line: MY LOVE IS A MAID, AND HER NAME IS SPRING.
Subject(s): SPRING;
THERE'S a flush on the face of the apple-trees;
There are buds and blossoms and leaves all over.
The bees have found—oh, the small wise bees!—
There's a green lane full of the sweet red clover.

My love is a maid with a rose for her mouth,
And I hear her voice when the linnets sing.
My love is a dream from the soft, sweet South;
My love is a maid, and her name is Spring.



Home: PoetryExplorer.net