Spring

I

The pussy-willow and the hazel know,

The bluebird and the robin, what rings true;

I trust to such, and let the whiners go.

Bravo! bluff March; I swing my hat to you.

II

Bring, bluebird, from the blue above

The song Love's heavenly own;

See! hand in hand, come Spring and Love —

Or is it Love alone?