All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far
Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming.
Thou magic bell, to many a
And many a winter-saddened
Thy tongue a tale of Spring doth tell, Too passionate-sweet for rhyming.
Chime out, thou little song of Spring,
Float in the blue skies ravishing.
Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit fleeting.
Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:
And when thou to a rose shalt
That hath begun to show her bloom, Say,
I send her greeting!
