 A SONG OF SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Read by Alan Davis Drake. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiori. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Ann Keela. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Al Gelman. March 20th, 2009, the first day of spring, Santa Clarita, California. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Corey Samuel. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Claire Snyder. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence in Brampton, Ontario, March 21, 2009. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Hannah Kissner, read in Santa Barbara, California, on March 21, 2009. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Kevin Lavin. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry. In Bath on March 17th 2009. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG IN SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Marker Prashant. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG OF SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Mike Vendetti. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my windows lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes on a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG OF SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Federman. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG OF SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Federman. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG OF SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Secrets. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG OF SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Trisha G. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A SONG OF SPRING by Thomas S. Jones Jr., read for LibriVox.org by Tommy Hercent, Carlsbad, California, March 2009. O little buds all burgeoning with spring, you hold my winter in forgetfulness. Without my window lilac branches swing, within my gate I hear a robin sing. O little laughing blooms that lift and bless. So blow the breezes in a soft caress, blowing my dreams upon a swallow's wing. O little merry buds in dappled dress, you fill my heart with very wantonness. O little buds all burgeoning with spring. End of poem.