Poems (Bass)/Spring
For works with similar titles, see Spring.
SPRING.
Wooed by thy balmy breath, O witching Spring. The woodland nymphs are charming us anew And yon blue dome acquires a richer hue.Waked from its winter's sleep on gauzy wing,The butterfly flits past no more to cling A slave forlorn to some enamored branch. How joyfully the laughing lilies launchTheir dainty barques; they safe at anchor swing In many a sylvan nook. Swift and freeThe swallow skims athwart the river's breast A burnished emblem of the glancing seaWhich ever glimmers in a vague unrest:— An image beautiful, content to beBy minds diverse in divers colors dressed.