Classic Poem

Sweetheart, the buds are on the tree,
The birds are back once more,
And with their songs they call to me
To open wide my door:
So wide shall stand the door to-day
Because my heart is true
To bud and bird, to mirth and May,
And, most of all, to You!

Sweetheart, the leaves begin to show,
The grass is green again,
And on the breeze sweet odors blow
From wild flowers in the glen:
The world is glad with voice and wing,
And all the skies are blue;
The scent, the song, the soul of Spring,
I find them all in You!

Sweetheart, the snows have gone, and now
It is the mating time.
Hark to the lover on the bough,
What melody sublime!
What ecstasy of passion, pride,
And love and rapture, too!
So door and heart stand open wide
To welcome May and You!