Springtide




NOW fades the last long streak of snow,


Now sprouts forth every maze of quick


About the flowering squares, and thick


By ashen roots the violets grow.


Now rings the woodland loud and long,


The distance takes a lovelier hue,


And drowned in yonder living blue,


The lark becomes a sightless song.


Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,


The flocks are whiter down the vale,


And milkier every milky sail


On winding stream or distant sea;


Where now the seamew pipes, or dives


In yonder gleaming green, and fly


The happy birds that change their sky


To build and brood; that live their lives


From land to land; and in my breast


Spring wakens too, and my regret


Becomes an April violet,


And buds and blossoms like the rest.


 


Tennyson.