Christina Rossetti - Spring Quiet lyrics

Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the white-thorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs, Arching high over A cool green house: Full of sweet scents, And whispering air Which sayeth softly: "We spread no snare; "Here dwell in safety, Here dwell alone, With a clear stream And a mossy stone. "Here the sun shineth Most shadily; Here is heard an echo Of the far sea, Though far off it be."