Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — Spring

SPRING

First came the rain, loud, with sonorous lips;

A pursuivant who heralded a prince: And dawn put on her livery of tints, And dusk bound gold about her hair and hips: And, all in silver mail, the sunlight came, A knight, who bade the winter let him pass;

And freed imprisoned beauty, naked as The Court of Love, in all her wildflower shame.

And so she came, in breeze-borne loveliness, Across the hills; and heav’n bent down to bless: Above her head the birds were as a choir;

And at her feet, like some strong worshiper, The shouting water pæan’d praise of her, Who, with blue eyes, set the wild world on fire.