Читать книгу Birds and All Nature, Vol. V, No. 4, April 1899 - Various - Страница 4

One knows the spring is coming;

There are birds; the fields are green;

There is balm in the sunlight and moonlight,

A dew in the twilights between.

But ever there is a silence,

A rapture great and dumb,

That day when the doubt is ended,

And at last the spring is come.

Behold the wonder, O silence!

Strange as if wrought in a night, —

The waited and lingering glory,

The world-old fresh delight!

O blossoms that hang like winter,

Drifted upon the trees,

O birds that sing in the blossoms,

O blossom-haunting bees, —

O green leaves on the branches,