Hearts aloft! hearts aloft!
Here's the true Spring rain, the tender
— Not the taunts November scoff'd:
Let sad Earth aspire,
Summer, tardy squire,
Finds persuasions sweet to send her.

Hearts aloft! hearts aloft!
Mildly on the mute Earth's bosom
Raindrops numberless and soft
Fall from milk-white skies,
Till she mollifies
Touched again to bud and blossom.

Hearts aloft! hearts aloft!
Like a little word repeated
By a lover very oft
In a woman's ear
Till she needs must hear,
Earth is by the rain entreated.

Hearts aloft! hearts aloft!
She will listen, she will listen:
Sapless field and chattering croft
Hearing rains prepares;
Many-beaded prayers,
Whispering suns to come, they glisten.

Hearts aloft! hearts aloft!
Cold neglects no more benumb her,
Winter widowhood she's doffed:
Silver-tongued, astute
Rains have won the suit:
Like a bride she waits the Summer.