Here you will find the Poem All My Heart Is Stirring Lightly of poet Mathilde Blind
All my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the brightly Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom, Hushed as snow-hid grove but now, Breaketh into leaf and blossom Like a gleaming vernal bough. Oh the singing, singing, singing! Callow hopes that thrill my breast! Can the lark of love be winging Back to its abandoned nest?