ALL the lanes are lyric, All the bushes sing; You are at your kissing, Spring! Romping with your children, Do not fail to bring Mary to the haystack, Spring! Froth upon her fingers, Bosom for a king, Speed her from the milking, Spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HOUSEKEEPER by CHARLES LAMB THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. HELL A LA MODE by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |