In Spring Santa Barbara

I

VE been happy two weeks together,

My love is coming home to me,

Gold and silver is the

And smooth as lapis is the sea.

The earth has turned its brown to

After three nights of humming rain,

And in the valleys peck and

Linnets with a scarlet stain.

High in the mountains all

The wild swans whistle on the lakes,

But I have been as still as stone,

My heart sings only when it breaks.