Spring is Here!
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest;
keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Teaching barren moors to smile,
Painting pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths,
Whence a smokeless incense breathes.
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze.