Classic Poem

The starshine on the Arch is silver white;
— Elves, April elves, are dancing in the Square;
The green-robed Spring has come to town tonight.

Jasmines are in her arms and clouded quite
— With lilac is the nimbus of her hair;
The starshine on the Arch is silver white.

With sap at floodtide and pale leaves bedight,
— Ghosts of gray trees assume a vernal air;
The green-robed Spring has come to town tonight.

Young lovers' lips seek for the old delight,
— On the park bench that winter-long was bare — —
The starshine on the Arch is silver white — —

And they who hear her primal call aright
— Rejoice that, deathless, virginal and fair,
The green-robed Spring has come to town tonight.

Dreamers whose windows on the Square are bright,
— Know that your dreams may not with this compare;
The starshine on the Arch is silver white,
The green-robed Spring has come to town tonight.