Spring

Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again !

(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.)

Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear,

        And washed quite clean with rain ;

And tar below my heart stirred with the year,

Stirred with the year and sighed. O pallid feet

Move now at last, O heart that sleeps with pain

        Rise up and hear

The voices in the valleys, run to meet

The songs and shadows. O wake up again !

Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t

(Last night the moon was soft and kissed the air.)

Put out green leaves ! The moon was in the skies,

        All night she wakes and weaves.

The dew was on the grass like fairies' eyes,

Like fairies' eyes. O trees so black and bare,

Remember all the fruits, the full gold sheaves;

        For nothing dies,

The songs that are, are silences that were,

Summer was Winter. O put but green leaves!

Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth !

(All day the lark has sung a madrigal.)

Break through the earth that lies not lightly yet

        And waits thy patient birth,

Waits for the jonquil and the violet,

The violet. Full soon the heavy pall

Will be a bed, and in the noon of mirth

        Some rivulet

Will bubble in my wilderness, some call

Will touch my silence. O break through the earth.