Glimpses of her outlines slender in the spring.
Have you seen her wave her branches in the spring, in the spring?
Wave those airy, milk-white branches in the spring?
As they glisten in the light
Of a day divinely bright
When to see them is delight, in the spring.
Have you seen the sunbeams glancing in the spring, in the spring?
Glancing on her leaflets glossy in the spring?
When the wind sets them in motion,
Like the ripples on the ocean,