THE PROMISE OF SPRING
BLUE-BLACK like the breast of the gusty sea,Cumulus clouds where the sun goes down,Stormful shadows against the gold,Under the arches of even blown.Nowhere a white bird beating the storm,Nowhere a sunray gilding the sea;Bud nor leaf on the orchard bough,Butterfly, nor blossom, nor bee.Yet to-night, where the blue waves beat,Under the shadows, the storm-winds bringOmen mysterious out of the dusk,Out of the darkness the promise of Spring.
BLUE-BLACK like the breast of the gusty sea,Cumulus clouds where the sun goes down,Stormful shadows against the gold,Under the arches of even blown.Nowhere a white bird beating the storm,Nowhere a sunray gilding the sea;Bud nor leaf on the orchard bough,Butterfly, nor blossom, nor bee.Yet to-night, where the blue waves beat,Under the shadows, the storm-winds bringOmen mysterious out of the dusk,Out of the darkness the promise of Spring.
BLUE-BLACK like the breast of the gusty sea,Cumulus clouds where the sun goes down,Stormful shadows against the gold,Under the arches of even blown.
BLUE-BLACK like the breast of the gusty sea,
Cumulus clouds where the sun goes down,
Stormful shadows against the gold,
Under the arches of even blown.
Nowhere a white bird beating the storm,Nowhere a sunray gilding the sea;Bud nor leaf on the orchard bough,Butterfly, nor blossom, nor bee.
Nowhere a white bird beating the storm,
Nowhere a sunray gilding the sea;
Bud nor leaf on the orchard bough,
Butterfly, nor blossom, nor bee.
Yet to-night, where the blue waves beat,Under the shadows, the storm-winds bringOmen mysterious out of the dusk,Out of the darkness the promise of Spring.
Yet to-night, where the blue waves beat,
Under the shadows, the storm-winds bring
Omen mysterious out of the dusk,
Out of the darkness the promise of Spring.