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Are you the wondrous joy of Spring, / Sent coursing through the woods, / With chorals for the birds to sing, / And colors for the buds?
Or are you some supreme delight, / Which morn set free with mirth, / To carry gladness in your flight / All o'er the meads of earth?
What are you, Hebe, nymph or maid?
You start Spring in my heart / With blooms that time can never fade -- / Rejuvenating art.
What witchery, like Spring, is this / You hold o'er me, sweet one?
You set me glowing with a kiss / With warmth of summer sun.
As winter thaws when spring comes in / With claims to warmth and growth, / So you from cold my soul doth win -- / Pour in it best of both.
I rise from dreary hours and smile / At sorrow when you call, / And thrill with youthful yearnings while / Your blisses on me fall.
'Tis magic! 'Tis the art of joy, / Transforming way of Spring; / Her methods, Hebe, you employ / To make my young heart sing.