To a Lady, LXXXII

My soul grew strong; and up I rose, Oh yes, I have been all night dreaming; But now the ruddy morning glows, And up the golden sun is streaming: I’ll out upon the pebbled path, Mine easy robe about me folding, And see how bright the season hath Put forth fresh flowers, for my beholding. Green Earth is all around reviving, And strong is every living thing; And all is pleasant health, and thriving, In thy sweet season, lovely Spring! Yes, every knoll its wealth unbosoms, And laugheth o’er the winter flown, And see the dead old trunk hath blossoms, And moss is on the cold gray stone.