And Laughter, pierce thee through and through.
O come, and leave your wintry Cell,
And let Heaven's Light thy Life renew.
And build new Cells with honey'd Wax,
Plann'd like the Bees' six-sided, true.
And warmed by radiant Fire of Flowers,
Old Winter's reign of Death undo.
Regret is dead; Love lives again;
New Life transforms the Landscape's Hue.
Bold enter, then, green Spring's loved Haunts,