Tis spring

Tis Spring my love 'tis Spring
& the birds begin to sing
If 'twas Winter left alone with you
Your bonny form & face
Would make a Summer place

& be the finest flower that ever grew.

Tis Spring my love 'tis Spring

& the hazel catkins hing
While the snowdrop has its little blebs of dew
But thats not so white within
As your bosoms  hidden skin--
That sweetest of all flowers that ever grew

 

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