Labor and the Angel

by Duncan Campbell Scott

SPRING SONG.

Sing me a song of the early spring,

Of the yellow light where the clear air cools,

Of the lithe willows bourgeoning

In the amber pools.

Sing me a song of the spangled dells,

Where hepaticas tremble in starry groups,

Of the adder-tongue swinging its golden bells

As the light wind swoops.

Sing me a song of the shallow lakes,

Of the hollow fall of the nimble rill,

Of the trolling rapture the robin wakes

On the windy hill.

Sing me a song of the gleaming swift,

Of the vivid Maryland-yellow-throat,

Of the vesper sparrow’s silver drift

From the rise remote.

Sing me a song of the crystal cage,

Where the tender plants in the frames are set,

Where kneels my love Armitage,

Planting the pleasant mignonette.

Sing me a song of the glow afar,

Of the misty air and the crocus light,

Of the new moon following a silver star

Through the early night.