I heard the buds open their lips and whisper,
Whisper,
“Spring is here!”
The robins listened
And sang it loud.
The blue-birds came
In a fluttering crowd.
The cardinal preached
It high and proud,
Spring!
And thro the warm earth their song went trilling,
Trilling,
“Wake! Arise!”
The kingcups quickly
Assembled, strong.
The bluets stept
From the moss in throng.
Like fairies too
Came the cress along.
Spring!
And love in your breast, my lass, awaking —
Waking.
Love was born!
Your eyes were kindled,
Your lips were warm.
Wild beauties broke
From your face and form.
And all my heart
Was a heaven-storm,
Was Spring!