Spring

Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again !(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.)Wake up again !

The sky was crystal clear,        And washed quite clean with rain ;

And tar below my heart stirred with the year,

Stirred with the year and sighed.

O pallid

Move now at last,

O heart that sleeps with pain        Rise up and

The voices in the valleys, run to

The songs and shadows.

O wake up again !

Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t(Last night the moon was soft and kissed the air.)Put out green leaves !

The moon was in the skies,        All night she wakes and weaves.

The dew was on the grass like fairies' eyes,

Like fairies' eyes.

O trees so black and bare,

Remember all the fruits, the full gold sheaves;        For nothing dies,

The songs that are, are silences that were,

Summer was Winter.

O put but green leaves!

Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth !(All day the lark has sung a madrigal.)Break through the earth that lies not lightly yet        And waits thy patient birth,

Waits for the jonquil and the violet,

The violet.

Full soon the heavy

Will be a bed, and in the noon of mirth        Some

Will bubble in my wilderness, some

Will touch my silence.

O break through the earth.