Such help I have for singing!

The little winds a-stir

Touch gently on the lisping leaves

Like dainty dulcimer.

The sights and scents of April -

What dreams, what themes they bring -

While gaunt crows cry their gasconade

Down all the ways of Spring.

Such happy help for singing!

And round, below, above

The air is thrilling with my joy

Of love, love, love.