Dark sod pierced by flames of flowers, 
Dead wood freshly quickening, 
Bright skies dusked with sudden showers, 
Lit by rainbows on the wing. 

Cuckoo calls and young lambs' bleating, 
Nimble airs which coyly bring 
Little gusts of tender greeting 
From shy nooks where violets cling. 

Half-fledged buds and birds and vernal 
Fields of grass dew-glistening; 
Evanescent life's eternal 
Resurrection, bridal Spring!