Quote#Nature
I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even
Quote byWilfrid Scawen Blunt · 1840–1922
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: St. Valentine's Day, from Collected Poems (1914).
English (original)
I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even Better than all by this, that through my chase In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven I seem'd to see and follow still your face. Your face my quarry was. For it I rode, My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.
— Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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