Classic Poem

Springtime tempest, springtime tempest,
How you scatter dust and snow!
Field and forest stir and quicken;
Mountain ice-drifts melt and go.

Springtime tempest, springtime tempest,
Earth grows spotless in your train;
Trunks once bare now bud in beauty;
From the furrows springs the grain.

Springtime tempest, how you vanquish
All that rots and putrefies!
As a cleansing springtime tempest
When, my folk, wilt thou arise?