  HERALD of peace and joy, Lone on the bough; Minstrel without alloy. What flutest thou? Violet, hiding low, Fragrant and shy, What message bearest thou Voiced in thy sigh? Buds that unloose your hasp Long cased in mail, Wrest from grim Winter’s grasp, Freed from his pale; Brooklets, swift hurrying, Purling your chime. What is the theme ye sing Endless as Time? “We sing the sun,” they say, “We sing the spring; Love crowns our holyday, Love is our king.” E’en so the thought of Thee Rapture doth bring, Yielding delight to me Dearer than spring; Blither than robin’s strain, Fairer than flowers; Fresh as the vernal rain, Bright as the hours. Thy smile my sun, I ween, Thine eyes my May: All thy sweet grace, my Queen, Fondly, I pray, Grant me to keep and hold Fast in love’s shrine,— Spring may no joys unfold Art thou not mine! |
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