GO NOT alone when that elfin thing
Revisits the earth—the Early Spring!
She is a mocker, a teasing mime
Bringing another world and time.

Her voice is only the air around,
Or a long light whisper along the ground;
But, all unaware, she will make you start
At secret names she draws up from your heart!

She can change to-day into yesterday,
And the near at hand into far away;
She can shake the blue mist on the hills into tears
To eyes whose regard is on other years.

I met her but now in the unleafed wood;
She looked like a child as before me she stood,
And I saw she was wearing those pale first flowers
I had gathered and dropped in my own childhood hours!