SPRING.
Wooed by thy balmy breath, O witching Spring.The woodland nymphs are charming us anew,And yon blue dome acquires a richer hue.Waked from its winter's sleep on gauzy wing,The butterfly flits past no more to clingA slave forlorn to some enamored branch.How joyfully the laughing lilies launchTheir dainty barques; they safe at anchor swingIn many a sylvan nook. Swift and freeThe swallow skims athwart the river's breastA burnished emblem of the glancing seaWhich ever glimmers in a vague unrest:—An image beautiful, content to beBy minds diverse in divers colors dressed.
Wooed by thy balmy breath, O witching Spring.The woodland nymphs are charming us anew,And yon blue dome acquires a richer hue.Waked from its winter's sleep on gauzy wing,The butterfly flits past no more to clingA slave forlorn to some enamored branch.How joyfully the laughing lilies launchTheir dainty barques; they safe at anchor swingIn many a sylvan nook. Swift and freeThe swallow skims athwart the river's breastA burnished emblem of the glancing seaWhich ever glimmers in a vague unrest:—An image beautiful, content to beBy minds diverse in divers colors dressed.
Wooed by thy balmy breath, O witching Spring.The woodland nymphs are charming us anew,And yon blue dome acquires a richer hue.Waked from its winter's sleep on gauzy wing,The butterfly flits past no more to clingA slave forlorn to some enamored branch.How joyfully the laughing lilies launchTheir dainty barques; they safe at anchor swingIn many a sylvan nook. Swift and freeThe swallow skims athwart the river's breastA burnished emblem of the glancing seaWhich ever glimmers in a vague unrest:—An image beautiful, content to beBy minds diverse in divers colors dressed.
Wooed by thy balmy breath, O witching Spring.
The woodland nymphs are charming us anew,
And yon blue dome acquires a richer hue.
Waked from its winter's sleep on gauzy wing,
The butterfly flits past no more to cling
A slave forlorn to some enamored branch.
How joyfully the laughing lilies launch
Their dainty barques; they safe at anchor swing
In many a sylvan nook. Swift and free
The swallow skims athwart the river's breast
A burnished emblem of the glancing sea
Which ever glimmers in a vague unrest:—
An image beautiful, content to be
By minds diverse in divers colors dressed.