'Tis Spring, My Love, 'Tis Spring
John Clare
1793 to 1864
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I love Spring's early flowers,
As your bosom's hidden skin—
That sweetest of all flowers that ever grew.
The sun arose from bed,
As the blithe and happy grace
All strewn with roses red,
But the brightest and the loveliest crimson place
And be the finest flower that ever grew.
Or so sweet beyond compare,
As thy blushing, ever smiling, happy face.
'Tis Spring, my love, 'tis Spring,
Of my darling's blushing face,
But that's not so white within
And the happiness of loves young dream.
And the birds begin to sing:
But they never half so bright or lovely seem
While the snowdrop has its little blebs of dew;
If 't was Winter, left alone with you,
Your bonny form and face,
'Tis Spring, my love, 'tis Spring,
Is not so fresh and fair,
Would make a Summer place,
And the hazel catkins hing,
And their bloom in its first hours,