'tis Spring, My Love, 'tis Spring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


'T is Spring my love 'tis SpringA
And the birds begin to singA
If 'twas Winter left alone with youB
Your bonny form and faceC
Would make a Summer placeC
And be the finest flower that ever grewB
'T is Spring my love 'tis SpringA
And the hazel catkins hingA
While the snowdrop has its little blebs of dewB
But that's not so white withinD
As your bosom's hidden skinD
That sweetest of all flowers that ever grewB
The sun arose from bedE
All strewn with roses redE
But the brightest and the loveliest crimson placeC
Is not so fresh and fairF
Or so sweet beyond compareF
As thy blushing ever smiling happy faceC
I love Spring's early flowersG
And their bloom in its first hoursG
But they never half so bright or lovely seemH
As the blithe and happy graceC
Of my darling's blushing faceC
And the happiness of love's young dreamH

John Clare


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