Classic Poem

Already, while the snow is on the ground,
All things do tell us of the coming spring;
The sun in widening circles treads his round,
And yesterday I heard a robin sing
From leafless boughs, cold for his daring wing
A softer blue doth fill the morning sky,
And south winds often seem to bring the summer nigh

And strong as run the torrents from the hills
The new life through our veins doth make its way,
And many a thought of high performance fills
His mind who long hath waited for his day;
To him the voice of Spring doth seem to say —
Now shall thy song rise from the winter's strife,
And with the swelling year shall grow and form its life.