A blue-bell springs upon the ledge,
A lark sits singing in the hedge;
Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air,
And life is brimming everywhere.
What lark and breeze and bluebird sing,
Is Spring, Spring, Spring!
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth...
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing...