One came in garment green and pale
Across the hill, adown the dale,
And blossoms in her hand she bore;
A swallow skimmed her path before;
It was a herald bright of spring,
And this the song that she did sing:
There fell a day of sun and shower,
Spring stirred within her leafless bower,
She sent me from her wintry home—
“Go forth and tell the world I come.”