Here you will find the Poem A Song Of Spring of poet Katharine Tynan
The Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly, Under a snood of hodden grey. The black and white for her array, Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. Where is her green that was so gay? Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. Unto a world too sick for May, Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. Where are the lads that used to play? Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. She has no heart for holiday, Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. The trees are out in Heaven they say. Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up our way.
