Classic Poem

The snow is gone;
The waters run,
Through valley rushing,
From cavern gushing,
And foam along
In light and song.

The sky is blue;
The Spring is new;
The buds are swelling;
The stag is belling;
The lark and dove
Bring life and love.

The woods are green;
In emerald sheen
The grass is springing;
The vales are ringing
With hound and horn:
Young May is born!