But the early primrose
And flitting thrush
Have watched you smile
And have seen you blush.
And tho' it is long
Ere yet you rise,
And the blue of your glance
Reflect in the skies;
My heart is awake
And ready to sing
The moment you beckon,
Sweet, glorious Spring!
Hope and Spring! You are sisters!
PATELEY BRIDGE, NIDDERDALE,
QUESTION
O Seats of ancient learning, Philosophers and Sages!
A child has put a question, which I cannot find in pages
Of any tome in any land: and so the answer's missed.
"Where do all the kisses go, after they are kissed?"