Will sparkle and play in my warmth and light,
And the streams set off to running.
"I'll speak in the earth to the palsied root,
That under your reign was sleeping;
I'll teach it the way in the dark to shoot,
And draw out the vine to creeping.
"The boughs that you cased so close in ice,
It was chilling e'en to behold them,
I'll deck all over with buds so nice;
My breath can alone unfold them.