Show Ye First Spring Poem By Friar Tuck Dull skies whereon the clouds are stroked In heavy haggard hagg-ard mass mis of fleece and plume Brushed by some giant wind wind unyoked unyoked i And galloping to doom Raptly IL a n sense of waiting covers all aU A hushed delay a a. peering into space When hurtling downward ot its epic fall faIl The foremost h raindrop strikes the eager f face cc And faint and far but clear ar and true of tone The he note of storm advancing and ad and the soft Sibilant whisper over turf and stone And the tho wet herbage of the tiny croft There is a born of leaf lear and mist f waking wiling bud of pussy willow folk As As' though tho celestial lips had heat bent jen and aud kissed The dreaming world until she smiled and woke oke The drumming music of the storm retreats retreats- i A A. thankful bird birc awakes to sway and sing t And nd washed clean-washed sunshine softly radiant greets Th The first-born first 1 of the darling Spring In In Portland |