Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1665/Spring is Coming


By the bursting of the leaves,
By the lengthening of the eves, —
Spring is coming.
By the flowers that scent the air,
By the skies more blue and fair,
By the singing everywhere, —
Spring is coming.

All the woods and fields rejoice, —
Spring is coming.
Only here and there a voice —
Here of buds the worm has worn,
Here of birds whose nest is torn;
There of those whose life is pent
Far from pleasant sight and scent —
Wails, as if their life's distress
Won a new, wild bitterness; —
Spring is coming.

F. W. B.