Spring is Coming

By the bursting of the leaves,

By the lengthening of the eves, —

Spring is coming.

By the flowers that scent the air,

By the skies more blue and fair,

By the singing everywhere, —

Spring is coming.

All the woods and fields rejoice, —

Spring is coming.

Only here and there a voice —

Here of buds the worm has worn,

Here of birds whose nest is torn;

There of those whose life is pent

Far from pleasant sight and scent —

Wails, as if their life's distress

Won a new, wild bitterness; —

Spring is coming.