There never was a thing so nice,
As waking up in spring.
A new world once more to entice,
Brought on the Swallows wing.

Packed away for winter days,
The best that nature brings.
But now again its art displays,
Life's lovely pretty things.

With joy my feet on fertile ground,
Set now to wander forth.
The pregnant days; their warmth, their sound,
As spring leads summer north.

Soon, those longed for dog-day weeks,
Will crown the hastening year.
And respite which our yearning seeks,
Will once again be here.