Thou hast come back to me!
(Thou who didst die a year ago,
And slept so many days beneath the snow)
Thou hast come back to me!
Now that the buds break on the hawthorn-tree,
And the old gladness of the earth revives,
Thou hast come back to me
In the dear hyacinth and white anemone.

The Spring's great resurrection is thine own!
This fragrance of young blossoms in thy breath;
This silence is thy spiritual tread--
Thou art no longer dead!
Who is it, dear, that saith
Thy body is in the bondage of strong Death?
Nay, from the darkness, on the light winds blown,
Thou hast come back to me
In the dear hyacinth and white anemone!