Read our Poets: they shall weave The "thoughts that breathe": in words that shine T. HOOD. HOEKZEMA, Poetry. 4th Ed. 1 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 2. THE VOICE OF SPRING. I am coming, little maiden! I am coming, I am coming! See! the yellow catkins cover And, their clustering leaves below, White and purple violets blow. Hark! the new-born lambs are bleating; And the cawing rooks are meeting In the elms a noisy crowd! |