Mine and Thine (1904)/Brook Song : To the Spring

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O beauty! vision of forgotten gladness!
 Fulfillment of a dream that ne'er betrays!
O miracle of hope, and balm of sadness!
 Creative ecstasy and fount of praise!

· · · · · · ·

I lay upon the ground and gave no token,
 I hid my face mid sodden leaves and sere,
My languid pulses chill, my spirit broken,—
 I knew not, O divine one! you were near;

For snows and frosts of winter, new-departed,
 Still held my will in thrall and weighed me down;
And I forgot—forlorn and heavy-hearted—
 Your promise, goddess of the violet crown!

But soft as music in remembrance sighing,
 You fanned me with your wooing breath, and I,
Who shed no tears when lone I seemed and dying,
 Wept at your touch, and knew I should not die.

Now by my banks are tender blossoms blowing:
 In fragrant loveliness they smile on me,—
But I must hasten to the river, knowing
 The river leadeth ever to the sea.

High over me the budding branches quiver
 With songs that swell in happy harmony;
But sweeter is the murmur of the river,—
 The river that leads ever to the sea!