Thou seest then how clear that mountain standeth now, When rid of deep snow’s mask how the woods also, Their bosoms unbare to the sunlight, How too the day rings with sounds of long joy. For come is cool Spring season inviting, and, Sweet zephyrs are blown soundlessly forming us. Love smiles in thy tears and caresses. Dreams too are loomed and are gilded by dreams. Know, youth is our Spring and as in Spring we hope, For Summer’s long charms, youth is for manhood too. To love with an ardence of Summer— Love’s but a hope in the Spring of our life.
