William Cullen Bryant

To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
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To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.

Woo the fair one when around
Early birds are singing;
When o'er all the fragrant ground
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Woo the fair one when around
Early birds are singing;
When o'er all the fragrant ground
Early herbs are springing:
When the brookside, bank, and grove
All with blossom laden,
Shine with beauty, breathe of love,
Woo the timid maiden.

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the read more

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook.

Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant read more

Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps
And the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering.

Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.

Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.