The world has changed her coverlet
Of winds that blew so bitterly,
Donning her April drapery
Of laughing sunlight, flower-inset.

And all the birds and beasts now let
Their voices praise the panoply:
The world has changed her coverlet.

The river, fountain, rivulet
Disport in jocund livery
With drops of silver jewelry:
Earth's creatures fairer garments get,
The world has changed her coverlet.