Spring is Coming

By the bursting of the leaves, By the lengthening of the eves, — Spring is coming. By the flowers that scent the air, By the skies more blue and fair, By the singing everywhere, — Spring is coming.

All the woods and fields rejoice, — Spring is coming. Only here and there a voice — Here of buds the worm has worn, Here of birds whose nest is torn; There of those whose life is pent Far from pleasant sight and scent — Wails, as if their life's distress Won a new, wild bitterness; — Spring is coming.