Preluding

Frail fronds of ferns uncurling,

Blue iris flags unfurling,

Pale showers of blossoms swirling

Like clouds of wind-blown snow;

With fragile wildings playing,

Like two blithe children maying,

Across the glad meads straying,

Together, dear, we go.

The silver clouds far-drifting,

Vague lights and shadows shifting,

The sungleams gold-dust sifting

Down thro’ the latticed leaves;

Gray brooks the meadows lacing,

Young flow'rs the uplands gracing,

Her faery‘ broidery tracing

The skillful spider weaves.

From long, long day-dreams shaken,

The vivid violets waken;

His Southern haunts forsaken,

The bluebird flecks the sky;

Ah, breath of bloom-bright heather,

Ah, golden Maytime weather,

We drift in dreams together —

Together, you and I.