After Spring.

Fair as a maiden’s dream1
                        
                        The happy land in changing glory lies ;2
                        
                        The swallow skims the stream,3
                        
                        Chasing its shadow o’er the mirrored skies ;4
                        
                        Faint whispers haunt the trees ;5
                        
                        Music hangs in the clouds and melts upon the breeze.6
                        In dainty pink and white7
                        
                        The bowery orchards toss their foam-flakes high,8
                        
                        Swinging their seas of light9
                        
                        Against the mellow radiance of the sky ;10
                        
                        Loosened by hands unseen,11
                        
                        The wind-cuff’d petals fall, to wilt on carpets green.12
                        Touched with the year’s delight13
                        
                        The rich rank buttercups like wild fire run ;14
                        
                        Daisies, in kirtles white,15
                        
                        Dance on the lawn, and blush beneath the sun ;16
                        
                        The bracken’s silvery ball17
                        
                        Creeps up its naked stem, and spreads a shade o’er all.18
                        Adown the leafy lane19
                        
                        The lads and lasses gather love and flowers ;20
                        
                        The cuckoo’s plaintive strain21
                        
                        Beguiles at intervals the listening hours ;22
                        
                        With every morning’s dew23
                        
                        Heaven gains a higher dome, and earth a clearer view.24
                        Far from the smoky town25
                        
                        The elves and sprites hide in the truant shades,26
                        
                        And sail their skiffs adown27
                        
                        
The winding music of the golden glades :28
                        
                        Their boats are blades of grass,29
                        
                        And weaving coats for summer flowers they sing and pass.30
                        All lovely sights appear31
                        
                        The mystic porch and fading vestibule32
                        
                        Of visions lovelier ;33
                        
                        The streams run deep with thought ;  each wayside pool,34
                        
                        A glimpse of fleeting sky,35
                        
                        Dazzles in broken sunlight as the breezes fly.36
                        Summer has wed the Year ;37
                        
                        He woo’d in April, and he won in May ;38
                        
                        In every thicket near,39
                        
                        Unseen, they celebrate their nuptials gay ;40
                        
                        June is their first-born child :41
                        
                        Bluebells are in her eyes :  her cheeks are roses wild.42
                        Soon shall her maiden form43
                        
                        Mature in queenliest beauty, rich and tender ;44
                        
                        Her breath blow soft and warm,45
                        
                        Her yellow tresses waft in dreamy splendour ;46
                        
                        Her smile shall hush the sky,47
                        
                        And in her lap asleep, the birds and flowers shall lie.48