Poems (E. L. F.)/The voice of spring

by E. L. F.

For works with similar titles, see The voice of spring.

THE VOICE OF SPRING.

I heard it in the laughing breeze,
 The dashing of the fountain;
I heard it murmur in the trees,
 And sweep along the mountain.

I heard it in the dying gale,
 Hushing the sunlit sea;
I knew it whispered in the vale
 By every flower and tree.

I heard the feathered songsters sing
 A wild and joyous strain;
I knew it was the voice of spring,
 And blessed the sound again.