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.