SPRING

Lo, the spring has come again!

Down the lane

Silent, first, the snowdrop came;

Green each bursting leaf-bud swells

In the dells

Where the crocus breaks in flame.

Spring, with all the daffodils

On her hills,

Comes and wakes the world to mirth:

List with what reverberant glee

Streams set free

Tell their triumph to the earth.

Hark! Once more the cuckoo's call,

Musical, magical,

Over all the land doth ring;

Little waves upon the beach,

Each to each

Laughing, whisper, “‘ Tis the Spring.”