The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/O Giorno Felice !

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The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems by Florence Earle Coates
O Giorno Felice !

O GIORNO FELICE!

My store is spent; I am fain to borrow:
 Give me to drink of a vintage fine!
Pour me a draught—a draught of To-morrow,
 Brimming and fresh from a rock-cool shrine:
Nectar of earth,
For the longing and dearth
Of a heart still young,
That waiteth and waiteth a song unsung!


Glad be the strain!
In the cup pour no pain:
Leave at the brim not a taste of sorrow!
 Spring would I sing! For the bird flies free,
 The sap is astir in the oldest tree,
And the Maiden weaves,
'Mid a laughter of leaves,
 The bud and the blossom of joys to be!


Ay, Winter took all;
But I heard the Spring call,
And my heart, denied,
With a rapturous shiver—
Like that that makes eager the pulse of the river
 When something at last tells it Winter is past—
Awoke at the sound of her voice, and replied.
 A libation to Spring!—ah, quickly! pour fast!
She is there! She is here!—in the sky—on the sea—
In the Morning-Land waiting my heart and me!