Poems (Denver)/Spring

by Mary Caroline Denver

For works with similar titles, see Spring.

SPRING.

Thou art hastening onward. Spring!
Onward on a joyous wing,
Thou dost make the forest ring
 With thy infant glee;
With thy beauty and thy bloom,
With thy sweetness and perfume,
From old winter's cheerless gloom
 Comes wild minstrelsy.

Birds are singing from the trees,
Music floating on the breeze,
Like a prince o'erlooking these
 Comes the bright sun out;
Smilingly he looks on earth,
Meeting there thy glance of mirth;
Freely gush the waters forth
 With a joyous shout.

Spring, we love thee for thy beams,
For thy free rejoicing streams,
And the spirit-stirring dreams
 Resting on thy wing;
For thy life-reviving showers,
For thy incense-breathing flowers,
And thy happy-laden hours,
 We will bless thee, Spring!