Classic Poem

In three days came the glorious transformation,
And clouds of blossoms gathered in the air
About the trees of cherry, peach, and pear,
And the broad apple had rich coronation.
Like a magic came a luminous creation
Of beauty down heaven's blue and opal stair,
Sprinkling upon the green grass everywhere
Gold brighter than earth's finest transmutation.
Birds warbled for the very sake of song,
Changing from tree to tree on quivering wing;
And one pale hand that all the winter long
Had shrunk from death's — a frail and piteous thing —
Feeling a friendlier touch, grew gently strong,
Reached out, and dallied with the hair of Spring.