Classic Poem

1

Winter is nearly spent
And gone to the desert of gloom
Sweet spring her heralds hath sent
Gay flowers in the valley to bloom
Where the sun turns to gold on the grass
And the flowers turn to stars in the night
The land and the sea and the air
Bids welcome to spring coming there
And my heart biddeth welcome to thee my delight
Sweet Jessy.

2

I knew her in her childhood
In scenes from strife and noise
When singing to the wild wood
Tales and songs of childish joys
Making playmates of flowers as she lay
And talking to birds as they flew
O'er the molehill of thyme all the day
Her voice and her features were known
I went up and called her mine own
Sweet Jessy.

3

Thou'rt as young in mine eye
As thy bridal day smile
In my heart thou shalt lie
Though the world may beguile
The dreams of thy childhood are dearest to me
And the very night smiles with the memory of thee
Sweet Jessy