The Joyance Of Spring

So mating songbirds wing
Among the apple blooms,
What cares the light-heart Spring
For Winter griefs and glooms?
The clouds may float and darken,
The rain may glance and fall,
The gales may sweep but hearken!
Her joy outruns them all.
She dances o'er the blades
Of tender, dewy grass;
She romps adown the glades;
She shimmers in the pass.
She's mist-veiled on the mountains;
She's green-robed in the vales;
She's naked by the fountains;
She's rain-clad in the gales.
Steal down the orchard aisles,
When morn's yet faint with gold,
If you would win her smiles
And all her charms behold.
In dew-bespangled tissue,
And borne on laughing airs,
She'll come, mayhap, and kiss you
As Love comes unawares.