Spring, come with all thy sweetest looks,
With dewy violets in thy hair;
Breathe balmy incense every where,
And strike a voice into the brooks.
Start up the life within the leaf
And in the sloping fields, that watch
All day the clouds, that we may catch
The coming promise of the sheaf.
Place in the woodland shadows sweet
The simple flowers, that wile away
The children from their happy play
And the long bustle of the street.
Fling golden bars across the sky,
And veil the brightness of the sun,
That we may have when day is done
The shadows that delight the eye.
Then come with gentler step and mien
To the calm dwellings of the dead,
There bow in love and trust thy head,
And flush their graves to brighter green.