O Spirit of Spring, 
It was no dream
When by the stream
I heard you sing;
For here, today,
O'er the slender grasses
Like a sunbeam passes
The soul of May.

With backblown hair
And wild kind eyes,
She flashes, she flies
Thro' the radiant air;
Swift as she goes
The birds have seen her,
The grass is greener,
The buds unclose.

Alas! Their bliss I may not share;
O Spring, I dare
Ask only this:
Take, take away
The dread of tomorrow's
Harvest of sorrows,
Spring, for one day.