Today what is there in the air That makes December seem sweet May? There are no swallows anywhere, Nor crocuses to crown your hair And hail you down my garden way; Last night the full moon's frozen stare Struck me, perhaps; or did you say Really, you'd come, sweet friend and fair, To-day? To-day is here, -- come, crown to-day With Spring's delight or Spring's despair! Love cannot bide old Time's delay; -- Down my glad gardens light winds play, And my whole soul shall bloom and bear To-day. |