Sorrow and spring

O Spirit of Spring,

It was no dream

When by the stream

I heard you sing;

For here, today,

O'er the slender grasses

Like a sunbeam passes

The soul of May.

With backblown hair

And wild kind eyes,

She flashes, she flies

Thro' the radiant air;

Swift as she goes

The birds have seen her,

The grass is greener,

The buds unclose.

Alas! Their bliss I may not share;

O Spring, I dare

Ask only this:

Take, take away

The dread of tomorrow's

Harvest of sorrows,

Spring, for one day.