Classic Poem

Thou and spring together came,
And if spring brought many a flower,
'Neath the sunshine of thy name,
'Neath thy sweet life-giving power,
Dormant hearts sprang into flame;
To their brightness flowers were tame

Thou wast greater, then, than spring
In the glory of thy deed,
And the flowers which thou didst bring
Wind nor winter do not heed;
Hearts will bloom and love will sing,
When lies dead May's offering.