Spring

Lo, the spring has come again! Down the lane Silent, first, the snowdrop came; Green each bursting leaf-bud swells In the dells Where the crocus breaks in flame.

Spring, with all the daffodils On her hills, Comes and wakes the world to mirth: List with what reverberant glee Streams set free Tell their triumph to the earth.

Hark! Once more the cuckoo's call, Musical, magical, Over all the land doth ring; Little waves upon the beach, Each to each Laughing, whisper, "'Tis the Spring."