Classic Poem

Sunny Spring is here at last,
Breathing hints of buds and clover;
Frosts, and snows, and storms are past;
Winter's dreary reign is over:
Not a thought in Nature grieves,
All things ‘babble of green leaves.’

I can hear the zephyr sigh
O'er the height and through the hollow:
Lark-notes raining from on high,
Hum of bee and song of swallow;
Idyls that the mavis weaves
In this ‘babble of green leaves.’

Shady nook and grassy dell,
Daisy, crocus, snowdrop, pansy,
Hawthorn blossom, sweet blue-bell,—
All come crowding on my fancy,
Balmy mornings, blessed eves—
In this ‘babble of green leaves.’