Spring Awoke To-Day

By Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

SPRING awoke to-day!

Somewhere — far away —

Spring awoke to-day

From the depth of dream.

Through the air bestirred

Pulse of winging bird,

Through the air bestirred

Laugh of hidden stream.

On the world's cold lips

Fell warm finger-tips;

On the world's cold lips

Woke the glow and gleam!

Spring awoke to-day!

Somewhere — far away —

Spring awoke to-day

From the depth of dream!