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Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.

V. “Where lags my mistress while the drowsy year”

George Henry Boker (1823–1890)

WHERE lags my mistress while the drowsy year

Wakes into spring? Lo! Winter sweeps away

His snowy skirts, and leaves the landscape gay

With early verdure; and there ’s merry cheer

Among the violets, where the sun lies clear

On the south hillsides; and at break of day

I heard the bluebird busy at my ear;

And swallows shape their nests of matted clay

Along the eaves, or dip their narrow wings

Into the mists of evening. All the earth

Stirs with the wonder of a coming birth,

And all the air with feathery music rings.

Spring, it would crown thee with transcendent worth,

To bring my love among thy beauteous things.