Classic Poem

Love of mine, come climb the height
Far beyond the thirsty plain,
There we'll find our lost delight,
There the Spring is born again!
High above this dreamy dell
Where her first-born flowers fade
We shall see her in the spell
Of her coming. In the glade

Where the balsam branches spread
Shadows o'er the deeper blue
Of the violets we thought dead,
There the bellwort's golden hue
Rivals still the sunlight's gleam, —
Come! my heart is wild and gay
With the glory of the dream
Of a reincarnate May!

Love of mine, I cannot wait,
For our joy attends, aloof —
Let us go with hearts elate
There to put it to the proof.
What if, as we meet the Spring
Evanescent, frail and fair,
Swift, on its elusive wing,
Our lost youth should greet us there!