John Clare - The Winter's Spring lyrics

The winter comes; I walk alone I want no bird to sing To those who keep their hearts their own The winter is the spring No flowers to please—no bees to hum The coming spring's already come I never want the Christmas rose To come before its time The seasons, each as God bestows Are simple and sublime I love to see the snowstorm hing 'Tis but the winter garb of spring I never want the gra** to bloom The snowstorm's best in white I love to see the tempest come And love its piercing light The dazzled eyes that love to cling O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring I love the snow, the crumpling snow That hangs on everything It covers everything below Like white dove's brooding wing A landscape to the aching sight A vast expanse of dazzling light It is the foliage of the woods That winters bring—the dress White Easter of the year in bud That makes the winter Spring The frost and snow his posies bring Nature's white spurts of the spring