SPRING BALLAD
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?Why hast thou not come sooner to me?Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long whileThy merry, rollicksome face to see.Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,And flutter thy magical wand high over all.But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,Never so bright and never so gay.Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the airFor thine inauguration day.Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowersAnd see the green trees before thee to bow.The robins have come from their faraway home,And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skiesThat they may encore thine orchestral train.March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,—Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowersAnd nature but waits for June time so fair.Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,—Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long whileTo see thee return when again I shall call.
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?Why hast thou not come sooner to me?Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long whileThy merry, rollicksome face to see.Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,And flutter thy magical wand high over all.But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,Never so bright and never so gay.Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the airFor thine inauguration day.Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowersAnd see the green trees before thee to bow.The robins have come from their faraway home,And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skiesThat they may encore thine orchestral train.March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,—Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowersAnd nature but waits for June time so fair.Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,—Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long whileTo see thee return when again I shall call.
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?Why hast thou not come sooner to me?Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long whileThy merry, rollicksome face to see.
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?
Why hast thou not come sooner to me?
Goddess of mirth,
Gay queen of the earth,
I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long while
Thy merry, rollicksome face to see.
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,And flutter thy magical wand high over all.
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?
Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?
Goddess of mirth,
Gay queen of the earth,
Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,
And flutter thy magical wand high over all.
But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,Never so bright and never so gay.Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the airFor thine inauguration day.
But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,
Never so bright and never so gay.
Goddess of mirth,
Gay queen of the earth,
Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the air
For thine inauguration day.
Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowersAnd see the green trees before thee to bow.
Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,
All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,
Goddess of mirth,
Gay queen of the earth,
I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowers
And see the green trees before thee to bow.
The robins have come from their faraway home,And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skiesThat they may encore thine orchestral train.
The robins have come from their faraway home,
And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.
Goddess of mirth,
Gay queen of the earth,
Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skies
That they may encore thine orchestral train.
March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,—Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowersAnd nature but waits for June time so fair.
March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,
And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,—
Goddess of mirth,
Gay queen of the earth,
Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowers
And nature but waits for June time so fair.
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,—Goddess of mirth,Gay queen of the earth,I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long whileTo see thee return when again I shall call.
Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,
A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,—
Goddess of mirth,
Gay queen of the earth,
I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long while
To see thee return when again I shall call.