Sir spring

Sir Spring in shining armour goes,

He rides in knightly manner,

On field of vert a crimson rose

The blazon of his banner.

His sword of sunbeam, dipp'd in dew,

With tireless ardour flashes,

Till, winter's icy helmet through,

Victoriously it crashes.

And now from ev'ry hill and vale

Enraptur'd songs are ringing,

Above his head the nightingale

With herald note comes winging.

And every heart, at Spring's appeal,

Obeys a law immortal,

And, tho' encased in triple steel,

Must open wide its portal,

Must open wide in homage free

And yield a liege's duty

To her that hath his heart in fee,

The Queen of Love and Beauty.