Spring Harbingers

From sunny countries and skies blue

To which last autumn-tide you flew,

Return dear birds,where you belong,

Most welcome you!

The woods,bereft of leaf of song,

Weep for day have missed you too long.

In the eternal dome of azure

Did you not deeam with longing pleasure

Of what you left ?Did you not sigh

For dear Home’s leisure?

Or cry when seeing in the sky

The clouds that northwardly did hie?