Oh Pleasant Spring

 

Oh pleasant spring

That doth unfold before

My dreaming eyes

I fear your passing fast

And must perhaps

Awaken now

To the season's truth

 

Oh how not

I wish it so

But wishing it

Will not cause

Its coming forth

As so I like

 

So with a certain heaviness

I am nearly fallen to

The point of backing there

Where not I wanted

To be again

 

But with a knowledge

That if I do

It will help me so

To make tomorrow

That wished for

 

Oh pleasant spring

That doth unfold

I fear I must me wait

For another when

Like next of year

As reality

Must support

Even such

A slender dream as mine

 

Charles Petrie