I come, like a hope to a gloomy breast,
With comforting smiles, and tears
Of sympathy for the earth’s unrest;
And news that the summer nears,
For the feet of the young year every day
Patter and patter and patter away.
I thrill the world with a strange delight;
The birds sing out with a will,
And the herb-lorn lea is swift bedight
With cowslip and daffodil;