White Wednesday #150

Paris In Spring

The city's all a-shining

Beneath a fickle sun,

A gay young wind's a-blowing,

The little shower is done.

But the rain-drops still are clinging

And falling one by one --

Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,

And spring-time has begun

I know the Bois is twinkling

In a sort of hazy sheen,

And down the Champs the gray old arch

Stands cold and still between.

But the walk is flecked with sunlight

Where the great acacias lean,

Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,

And the leaves are growing green.

The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead,

There falls a dash of rain,

But who would care when such an air

Comes blowing up the Seine?

And still Ninette sits sewing

Beside her window-pane,

When it's Paris, it's Paris,

And spring-time's come again.

Sara Teasdale

Linking to

Faded Charm's

White Wednesday #150

enJOY Your Blessings,

Kimberly