Fires of Driftwood

Spring Awoke To-Day

SPRING awoke to-day!
  Somewhere—far away—
Spring awoke to-day
  From the depth of dream.

Through the air bestirred
  Pulse of winging bird,
Through the air bestirred
  Laugh of hidden stream.

On the world’s cold lips
  Fell warm finger-tips;
On the world’s cold lips
  Woke the glow and gleam!

Spring awoke to-day!
  Somewhere—far away—
Spring awoke to-day
  From the depth of dream!