Poems (Tree)/Ah! the Spring
AH! the spring,Sudden, surprising,Melting the iron scales around the heartAs the earliest sunMelts the cold case of dew on leaves—Ah! the streets like odorous riversChanting the echoes of seas—Ah! the flowers in shop-windowsBeseeching, persuasive,Reluctant to let their beauty flow awayFrom thoughts that mirror them in passing—Beautiful exilesFluttering in their chains,Thrilled with the noise of bees,The music of meadowsStill hovering around them—Flower fingers, flower-touches,Passional, reminiscent,Rippling the soul's still waters—Flower galaxies,Enamelled bridges arching from dream to dream,Garlands splashing over the eyes of satyrs,The furtive woodland eyes,The pointed inquisitive ears—Pallid flowers foaming on hill-crests,Gushing heavenwardsFrom a sea of stormy mountains—Opening and shutting exquisite doors,As the senses open to music,Shut upon silence,Open to beauty,Close their caskets upon love—Ah! the flowers in the windows,Amorous of poetsMaking a chaplet of song!
1919