Classic Poem

I saw young Spring leap over the hills,
One hand in the Heavens, one foot in the rills,
He was a blushing naked boy,
His eyes were light, his breath was joy —
The clouds drew back as he passed by
And crown'd him with the clear blue sky.
The lark went up to greet the blue
And shower'd down songs on his head like dew —
Crocus and primrose sprung from his feet,
Roses & lilies lovely and sweet.
He wept where the snowdrop lay in the snows
And for each warm tear a violet rose —
The ice in the river ran liquid light
At the first gaze of his sunny sight.
And awkward [?] troops of boys & girls
Hung on his shoulders & play'd with his curls —
With his own tender hand he prest
The nightingale's melodious [?] nest
And taught the first clear tune to gush
Quaint from the blackbird & shrill from the thrush —
But or ever a merry bird had sung
With fresh green leaves their bowers were hung,
And the March winds made their music be
A rich full foliaged harmony —
Till April came with smiles & showers
And the green Earth was buried in flowers
When in the season on a day
Young happy Spring was married to May.
May with hawthorn on her brows
Blushed roses & lilies & faltered the vows.
And in the changes of the moon
She had a daughter whose name was June.
A Beauty was she & fair to view
Rosy & golden & green & blue —
And on her white forehead she wore divine
Summer's thriving eglantine —
Then in the deep warmth of the sky
June melted into rich July,
Full glowing noons & twilights long
And the mid [?] season of summer song.
Woodbine & jasmine wound around
Her form & with roses her head was crown'd.