Classic Poem

Springtime in our village!
Between a dawn and night
The orchards grey but yesterday
Come out in pink and white,
Like little bridesmaids all bedecked
To give the bride delight.

Springtime in our village!
Through all the countryside
From bough and wing the robins fling
A carol glorified,
Like lusty little choristers
Who sing before the bride.

Springtime in our village!
Before the sun is high
The little crowds of fleecy clouds
Come drifting through the sky,
Like happy children all in white
To see the bride go by.

Springtime in our village!
Oh, heart of mine, be gay!
The lass that frowned the season round
Hath found her mirth in May,
And all of Spring is but the ring
About our wedding day.