Early Spring

Days of delight Are you almost here? Bringing the sunlight Hills and woods near? Oh, and the streams Richer in flow. Is this the valley? This the meadow? How blue now and fresh! Heaven and height! The bright golden fish In the lake’s night. Rainbows of feathers Rustle the leaves: Celestial songs, where Echo deceives. Under the greenery’s Blossoming powers, The buzzing of bees Sipping the flowers. A gentle movement Trembling in air, Sleep-bringing scent Loveliest stir. Soon there’s a greater Force to the breeze, Yet it is lost there, Now, in the trees. But back to the heart It’s carried again. Muses, help me with art, To suffer joy’s pain! Since yesterday say, here, What’s happened to me? My Beloved Sisters, The Beloved I see!