Laughs the happy April morn
Through my grimy, little window,
And a shaft of sunshine pushes
Through the shadows in the square.

Dogs are tracing through the grass,
Crows are cawing round the chimneys,
In and out among the washing
Goes the West at hide-and-seek.

Loud and cheerful clangs the bell.
Here the nurses troop to breakfast.
Handsome, ugly, all are women . . .
O, the Spring -- the Spring -- the Spring!


W.E. Henley
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