HEIGH ho, the Robin and the Spring! The prating and the mating and the building nests a-swing, The fields of budding clover with the soft sky bending over, The bob-o-link's clear calling and the lark upon the wing! Heigh ho, the Primrose and the Spring! The growing and the blowing and the earthy scents that cling To the lily breaking cover like a lass to meet her lover, And the bloomy gold of butter-cups to make the wedding ring! Heigh ho, the Children and the Spring! The dreaming and the gleaming and the green on everything. Every branch you peep in under shows a world of hidden wonder— All the woodland is a Kingdom with a little child for king! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |