Here you will find thePoemSpringof poet Isaac Rosenberg
I walk and wonder To hear the birds sing, Without you my lady How can there be Spring? I see the pink blossoms That slept for a year; But who could have woke them, While you were not near? Birds sing to the blossoms; Blind, dreaming your pink, These blush to the songsters, Your music they think. So well had you taught them, To look and to sing; Your bloom and your music; The ways of the Spring.
