Here you will find the Poem In Spring of poet Mathilde Blind
THE young birds shy twitter In hedges and bowers, Fields brighten and glitter With dewdrops and flowers. Over flood, over fallow, Impelled by old yearning, The nest-building swallow Exults at returning; For dark days and hoary Are routed and over, Dark Winter is gone; Resplendent in glory, The earth meets her lover, Her bridegroom the Sun. Must I alone sorrow, Despairingly languish, Breaks never a morrow On the night of my anguish? The jubilant gladness In bird, beam, and blossom, But deepens the sadness That weighs on my bosom. Oh, Spring, in whose azure Wake follow the starling, The daisy, the dove; Sweet spendthrift of pleasure, Brings also my darling, Oh bring me my love!
