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!