THE SPRING

The earth is crowned with Beauty’s gold
That buds and smiles in the morn;
The daylight spreads and stills the cold,
And life itself is born.

The hills in purple turn to green
Wherever the yellow thaw;
The water shines with a sunny sheen
And moves with a dreamy draw.

The stars have fled from the tear of night
In the golden crown of day,
And lost in the river of time and light
Life’s waters flow away.

• Bliss Carman