The voice of spring. Mary Howitt. Читает Арина Донцова.

The Voice Of Spring Mary Howitt I am coming, I am coming! Hark! the honey bee is humming; See, the lark is soaring high In the blue and sunny sky, And the gnats are on the wing Wheeling round in airy ring. Listen! New-born lambs are bleating, And the cawing rooks are meeting In the elms-a noisy crowd. All the birds are singing loud, And the first white butterfly In the sunshine dances by. Look around you, look around! Flowers in all the fields abound, Every running stream is bright, All the orchard trees are white, And each small and waving shoot Promises sweet autumn fruit.