Why won't spring come? " asked the little maid
As she wistfully watched the gloomy sky,
The cold, gray clouds were scurrying by,
And the soft, sweet voice was weary — aye,
But the man saw no gray clouds! Not he —
Her eyes were blue as the summer sea!

" Why won't spring come? It's time 'twas here! "
And she sighed like a tired child at play.
But his pulse beat fast and his heart was gay —
And he thought of kissing her frown away.
For the world to him was wondrous fair —
The sun was caught in her golden hair!

" Why won't spring come? I want it now! "
She pouted and laughed ... What brook could sing
Like that? The flash of a blue-bird's wing
In her lovely eyes — and it was Spring!
If Love came, too, without a sign,
What business is it of yours — or mine?