Thursday, April 26, 2012

Dancing Among the Blossomed Trees

THE BIRDS their love-notes warble
Among the blossomed trees;
The flowers are sighing forth their sweets
To wooing honey-bees;
The glad brook o’er a pebbly floor
Goes dancing on its way,—
But not a thing is so like spring
As happy Alice Ray.

Alice Ray by Sarah Josepha Hale

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