Joy sings in my heart like a wild bird
At dawn of Spring,
And the light of the sun leaps from stream to plain
On golden wing.

Twitter! twitter! sweet, O withering sweet
April melody!
I am a reed that quivers with too much song
Blown from a blossomy lea.

Beauty lingers, a silvery tear
In the curvéd cup of a flower,—
So Joy, the song of my heart, trembles near
In this God's hour!