April Desire

While in these changing fields is my sojourn,
Needs must I bless the blossomy outbreak
Of earth's pent beauty, and for old love's sake
Trembling, the alder fringe anew discern,
And hail bold hyacinth and forward fern,
And clouds that every day defiance make,
And every cracking sheath whence Spring can take
Bright waters like a blade. For then in turn
Subjected forces stir in me: I feel
All the most sharp unrest of the young year;
Fain would my spirit, too, like idling steel,
Be snatched from her dull scabbard for a strife
With foes unseen: then is the thought most dear
Of supernatural freedom, lasting life.
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