Classic Poem

The upland hills are green again;
The river runs serene again;
All down the miles
Of orchard aisles
The pink-lip blooms are seen again;
To garden close
And dooryard plot
Come back the rose
And bergamot.

The ardent blue leans near again;
The far-flown swallow is here again;
To his thorn-bush
Returns the thrush,
And the painted-wings appear again.
In young surprise
The meadows run
All starry eyes
To meet the sun.

Warm runs young blood in the veins again,
And warm loves flood in the rains again.
Earth, all aflush
With the fecund rush,
To her Heart's Desire attains again;
While stars outbeat
The exultant word —
" Death's in defeat,
And Love is Lord. "