_Spring Morning_

AH, through the open door Is there an almond tree Aflame with blossom! --Let us fight no more.

Among the pink and blue Of the sky and the almond flowers A sparrow flutters. --We have come through,

It is really spring!--See, When he thinks himself alone How he bullies the flowers. --Ah, you and me

How happy we'll be!--See him He clouts the tufts of flowers In his impudence. --But, did you dream

It would be so bitter? Never mind It is finished, the spring is here. And we're going to be summer-happy And summer-kind.

We have died, we have slain and been slain, We are not our old selves any more. I feel new and eager To start again.

It is gorgeous to live and forget. And to feel quite new. See the bird in the flowers?--he's making A rare to-do!

He thinks the whole blue sky Is much less than the bit of blue egg He's got in his nest--we'll be happy You and I, I and you.

With nothing to fight any more-- In each other, at least. See, how gorgeous the world is Outside the door!