Wearily waiting for spring! patience is almost gone;
The winds sigh coldly and drearily over the land forlorn;
The trees with outstretched arms standing naked and bare,
Patiently waiting for spring to clothe them, beauty-fair.
Silently waiting for spring! down in their earthly bed,
The tender flowers are longing to lift their bright young heads;
The running burn moves sadly through leafless bramble boughs,
An answering voice of gladness vainly it seeks to arouse.
Longingly waiting for spring! the fading children of earth
Look with a hopeful smile for nature's coming birth;
They dream of a life revived, and raise the drooping head,
As if they fain would catch the first sound of her tread.
Fearfully waiting for spring! for the silent form and voice,
That in her glorious beauty will never more rejoice;
And like a rushing torrent fond mem'ries will awake,
As spring-time breathes again o'er hearts that well-nigh break.
Joyfully waiting for spring! the heart of youth would fain
With happy beaming eyes welcome spring again;
Bringing fresh hopes and pleasures, breathing no sorrow or blight,
Winging them onward with her through all her happy flight.
Peacefully waiting for spring! mind and body at rest,
Lying with folded hands over a passionless breast;
Unheeding the raving blasts and the cold wintry day,
Awaiting the last spring-time, never to pass away.
