SWEET Spring, come back with all thy woodland joys, Bring back the murmur to the tree, Wake all the forests with the happy noise Of running waters once more free. Smile the cold snow-clouds from the gladdened sky, Warm the chilled earth with tepid showers, Wake in the copse the cuckoo's chanting cry, Sprinkle the meads with little flowers. Rouse all thy chirping tiny minstrels, ring With silver trebles through the air, Let the tired earth renew in happy spring Her youthful pulses, and be fair. |