At hint of Spring I have you back again— The blush of apple-blossoms on the bough, A scent of buds far sweeter for the rain . . . At hint of Spring I have you back again, And all the time is lost since then and now. Your voice is hidden in the thrush's song, And in the south wind's slumbering refrain; You needs must come, love is so very strong, And we who found each other waited long— At hint of Spring I have you back again! |