An Autumn Love Cycle/Springtime
For works with similar titles, see Springtime.
INTERMEZZI
Springtime
Again it is the vibrant May, The bursting buds, the leafing trees, The fragrant, undulating breeze, Call to my heart in subtlest way: Come! Come! it is a holiday.
The streamlet with unending song, Beneath its silver veil of mist Seems flowing, flowing, to some tryst, While I—with inner surges strong, Find incomplete the day, and long.