The wind blows, the sun shines, the birds sing loud,
The blue, blue sky is flecked with fleecy dappled cloud,
Over earth’s rejoicing fields the children dance and sing,
And the frogs pipe in chorus, “It is spring! it is spring!”
The grass comes, the flower laughs where lately lay the snow,
O’er the breezy hill-top hoarsely calls the crow,
By the flowing river the alder catkins swing,
And the sweet song-sparrow cries, “Spring! it is spring!”
Hark, what a clamor goes winging through the sky!
Look, children! Listen to the sound so wild and high!
Like a peal of broken bells,—kling, klang, kling,—
Far and high the wild geese cry, “Spring! it is spring!”
Bear the winter off with you, O wild geese dear!
Carry all the cold away, far away from here;
Chase the snow into the north, O strong of heart and wing,
While we share the robin’s rapture, crying, “Spring! it is spring!”