WHEN are you coming? the flowers have come! Bees in the balmy air happily hum; In the dim woods where the cool mosses are, Gleams the Anemone's little, light star; Tenderly, timidly down in the dell, Sighs the sweet violet, droops the harebell: -- Soft in the wavy grass lightens the dew; @3Spring@1 keeps her promises, -- why do not @3you?@1 Up in the blue air, the clouds are at play, -- You are more graceful and lovely than they; Birds in the branches sing all the day long, -- When are you coming to join in their song? Fairer than flowers, and fresher than dew! @3Other@1 sweet things are here, -- why are not @3you?@1 Why don't you come? we've welcomed the Rose! Every light zephyr, as gaily it goes, Whispers of @3other@1 flowers, met on its way, Why has it nothing of @3you@1, love, to say? Why does it tell us of music and dew? Rose of the South! we are waiting for @3you!@1 Do not delay, darling, 'mid the dark trees, "Like a lute" murmurs the musical breeze; Sometimes the brook, as it trips by the flowers, Hushes its warble to listen for yours. Pure as the rivulet, -- lovely and true! Spring should have waited till she could bring @3you?@1 |