This is the time when bit by bit <br />The days begin to lengthen sweet <br />And every minute gained is joy - <br />And love stirs in the heart of a boy. <br /> <br />This is the time the sun, of late <br />Content to lie abed till eight, <br />Lifts up betimes his sleepy head - <br />And love stirs in the heart of a maid. <br /> <br />This is the time we dock the night <br />Of a whole hour of candlelight; <br />When song of linnet and thrush is heard - <br />And love stirs in the heart of a bird. <br /> <br />This is the time when sword-blades green, <br />With gold and purple damascene, <br />Pierce the brown crocus-bed a-row - <br />And love stirs in a heart I know.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turn-o-the-year/
