Here you will find the Poem A Spring Sonnet of poet Arthur Henry Adams
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon I heard the sudden startled whisperings Of wakened birds settling their restless wings; The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!" And all the night with wonder was a-swoon. A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things; Some unseen hand hovered above the strings: Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune. And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed In her grey robe against the coming heat. A pulse awoke within the stirring street-- The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown, And through the quiet of the colonnade The smoky perfume of boronia blown.