A SPRING SONG

By John William Draper

The air is vibrant with a sensuous charm;

The grasses nod, and drowse beneath the sun;

Dim, swelling tones upon the breezes run.

In soft security from dread alarm,

The doves are cooing; and the wind with warm

Caress, bears the arbutus’ missive, one

Love-wrought line of scented rapture, none

Subtler to woo the honey-hunting swarm.

Let me sigh out my soul in ecstasy,

And breathe forth all the fragrance of my being

Upon the slowly-stirring summer air;

Let me no longer merely scent, hear, see;

But one with Nature, in that Law agreeing —

That God-willed Law that tincts the Beauty there —