And the scent of the breeze quite plainly tells
He has been with the apple-blooms! They fly
From his kisses sly
Like feathery snow-flakes scurrying by!
O the saucy pranks of the madcap breeze
In the blossoming trees!
O the sounds that thrill, and the sights that please,
And the nameless joys that the May days bring
On their glad, glad wing!
O the dear delights of the sweet, sweet spring!