Classic Poem

The lyric tremor and lift
Of the renascent earth,
The teeming birth
Again, the indescribable gift
Of spring, a-throb with everything
That's wonder-worth.

Let us have eyes to see
The new-old miracle!
If it befell
We viewed for the first time such wizardy,
Each budding leaf were past belief,
Ineffable.

But custom films our eyes
Unto the marvelous sight,
And April bright
Is not a magic-maiden from the skies,
But an earth-girl of pout and curl
And manner light.

Ah, no! not so:
She is God's daughter, and her airiest mood
Is deep with Love and wise with ancient Good.