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.”