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

VIII. Love Sonnets. 3. “The buds have opened, and in leafy pride”

Henry Theodore Tuckerman (1813–1871)

THE BUDS have opened, and in leafy pride

Woo the soft winds of this capricious May;

With a refreshing green the fields are dyed,

And clearer sparkles on the waters play.

All Nature speaks of boundless promise now,

In tones as sweet as thine,—her hand is laid

With a maternal greeting on my brow,

Until its fevered throbbings all are stayed;

And I am fain to lie upon her breast,

Unconscious of the world, divorced from pain,

Drink from her rosy lips the balm of rest,

And be her glad and trustful child again:

But such fond dalliance claims a spirit free,

And all her spells are broken—without thee!