This is the time when bit by
The days begin to lengthen
And every minute gained is joy -And love stirs in the heart of a boy.
This is the time the sun, of
Content to lie abed till eight,
Lifts up betimes his sleepy head -And love stirs in the heart of a maid.
This is the time we dock the
Of a whole hour of candlelight;
When song of linnet and thrush is heard -And love stirs in the heart of a bird.
This is the time when sword-blades green,
With gold and purple damascene,
Pierce the brown crocus-bed a-row -And love stirs in a heart I know.
