In the under-wood and the over-wood
There is murmur and trill this day,
For every bird is in lyric mood,
And the wind will have its way.
It is wren and thrush and the robin-gush,
And the flute of the vireo,
And when there's a pause, and when there's a hush,
The wind, now loud, now low!

On the under-leaf and the over-leaf
There is shimmer of dye this day,
For oh, the hues beyond belief
On shoot and bough and spray!
There are all the tints that the rainbow glints,—
King-cup loved of the bee,
Violet, trillium, beryl mints,
And the pink anemone!

In the under-air and the over-air
There is wonder abroad this day;
The whole wide face of the world is fair
With the magic of the May;
For the breath of God has kindled the sod,
And swept the skies along,
Till every branch is an Aaron's rod,
And every sound a song!