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 wprm 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 ;-