The linnet is tuning her flute, The bees are beginning to swarm, And the music of blossom and root Is throbbing and joyful and warm. I am part of the lyrical strife, I am one with the voices that sing - While even the stones feel a hunger for life In the urge and the clamor of Spring!
The linnet is tuning her flute
Note: this setting is made up of several separate texts.
- by Louis Untermeyer (1885 - 1977), no title, written 1911, appears in First Love, Boston: Sherman, French, & Company, first published 1911 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Confirmed with Louis Untermeyer, First Love, Boston: Sherman, French, & Company, 1911, page 1.
Researcher for this text: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
The wandering river returns To the confident breast of the sea; The heart of the buttercup burns For the thirsty caress of the bee. A vigor springs up with the dawn With beauty that never can tire For the passion of April sweeps on And runs through the world like a fire!
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author