BLOSSOM BY BLOSSOM THE SPRING BEGINS
HOW FRESH, O LORD, HOW SWEET AND CLEAN
ARE THY RETURNS! EV'N AS THE FLOWERS IN SPRING
SPRING UNLOCKS THE FLOWERS TO PAINT THE LAUGHING SOIL.
AH, LIFE,WHAT IS IT BUT A FLOWER?
TWINE THY BROWS WITH FRESH SPRING FLOWERS
AND CALL A TRAIN OF LAUGHING HOURS.
OUR GARDENS ARE ENAMORED OF THE SPRING,OF SILVER RAIN,
THE CLOUDY GREEN BUDS' SLOW- BURGEONING
SPRING'S TENDER BLOSSOMS, BUDS AND LEAVES
THE SISTERHOOD OF FLOWERS
HETE COMES THE TIME WHEN, VIBRATING ON IT STEM, EVERY FLOWER
FUMES LIKE A CENSER;NOISES AND PERFUMES CIRCLES IN THE EVENING AIR.
AND WARMING IN THE SUN SHY FLOWER BEGAN TO PEER.
GOD'S BRIGHT AND INTRICATE DEVICE OF DAYS AND SEASONS DOTH SUFFICE.THE BUDS AWAKE AT TOUCH OF SRING FROM WINTER'S JOYLESS DREAM.
