The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
Deep in the earth I woke, I stirred, I said: "Was that the Spring I heard? For something called!" "No, no," they said; "Go back to sleep. Go back to bed. "You're far too soon; The world's too cold For you, so small." So I was told. But how could I go back to sleep? I could not wait; I had to peep! Up, up, I climbed, And here I am How wide the earth! How great the sky! O wintry world, See me, awake! Spring calls, and comes; 'tis no mistake. |