Spring 98

To you I come, so merry in the spring
Wet green plaid April strips off winter trim
Spirited youth plants spring in everything
Past Saturnalia laughed and leapt on him

Yew, lays of boyds sung shouts to who men smell
Spring flowers bloom a queerly different hue
Make me and all the summer I'll re-tell
Proud lad Puck pluck his lap there where he grew

To then so wonder at the limpid white
And praise the deep vermilion when it rose
Sweet shaft of sun light dripping with delight
Drawn to you, springtime spraying all of those

Taste winter at the end of Willie's play
And dream time turns all bright memories gay