Spring's Advent

The Spirit of Spring is in the air;
The daffodils wave blithe and free
To the wind's minstrelsy,
And everywhere
A green rebirth involves each branchlet bare.

Already from the elm-tree boughs
The jubilant thrush doth cry aloud
From fallow fields new ploughed
The plovers rouse;
In hollow holes no more the squirrels drowse.

The blackbird calls his thrilling note;
And by each field, and copse, and glade
The leverets race, the rabbits raid
Where gorse-blooms float
The yellow-yite pipes o'er and o'er by rote.

In the blue arch of sky, cloud-swept,
The unseen larks are singing;
The green grass is springing
While nature slept,
Leaf-crown'd, bird-haunted Spring hath hither leapt.

O joy of winds, and birds, and flowers,
Of growing grass, of budding leaves,
Of green and sappy sheaves,
Of rustling showers,
Sunshine, and plenitude of marvellous hours.

Thrilled Earth beholds her golden prime
Returned again; her heart beats swift.
Low-laughing, as the spring winds lift
Their songs sublime,
Mocking, she dares the circling Shadow of Time.
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