It was in the prime <br />Of the sweet springtime <br />In the linnet's throat <br />Trembled the love note, <br />And the love-stirred air <br />Thrilled the blossoms there. <br />Little shadows danced, <br />Each a tiny elf <br />Happy in large light <br />And the thinnest self. <br /> <br />It was but a minute <br />In a far-off spring, <br />But each gentle thing, <br />Sweetly wooing linnet, <br />Soft thrilled hawthorn tree, <br />Happy shadowy elf, <br />With the thinnest self, <br />Live on still in me. <br />It was in the prime <br />Of the past springtime!<br /><br />George Eliot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-springtime/
