<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Coquette</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming<br>Over the shoulder of some far blue hill.<br>We glimpse the blue eyes of her, smiling and beaming,<br>We hold out our hands to her, all of a thrill.<br>A bloom in her lips, for a moment she lingers <br>Pouf! And she's gone with a flick of her skirt.<br>And Winter once more, with his icy-cold fingers,<br>Seizes us, freezes us. Spring is a flirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring is a minx. On the far forest ranges<br>Tip-toe one morning, all winsomely coy,<br>Her lover beholds her, and straightaway he changes<br>His dolerous drone to a paean of joy:<br>'Come to me sweetheart! - so long have I waited.'<br>She blows him a kiss as she shamelessly winks;<br>Then - Pouf! She is off. And the storm, unaabated,<br>Rocks him and mocks him. Ah, Spring is a minx.<br> <br>Spring is a prude. On the city man reckoning<br>Profits and prices in some chill retreat.<br>She peeps thro' the window with scandalous beckoning<br>Luring him out to the sun-spangled street.<br>He smiles. Then she falls to a frowning and pouting:<br>'We're not introduced, sir! You dare be so rude?'<br>Then sudden around him the rough winds are shouting<br>Reproofs, and she vanishes. Spring is a prude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring is a lade. For we knows every trick of it,<br>Every artifice, every wile:<br>Advancing, refusing, until we fall sick of it <br>Sick with the longing, athirst for her smile.<br>Coyly she calls us from out or a cover <br>Aglow with her promise. Delectable maid!<br>'Not yet!' - She evades us - 'Ah, not yet, my lover!<br>Love thrives with languishing.' Spring is a lade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357502" data-title="Coquette de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming Over the shoulder of some far blue hill. We glimpse the blue eyes of her, smiling and beaming, We hold out our hands to her, all of a thrill. A bloom in her lips, for a moment she lingers Pouf! And she's g..."></div> </div> </div>

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