In Early May by Bliss Carman — Read

O my dear, the world to-day / Is more lovely than a dream! / Magic hints from far away / Haunt the woodland, and the stream / Murmurs in his rocky bed / Things that never can be said.

Starry dogwood is in flower, / Gleaming through the mystic woods. / It is beauty's perfect hour / In the wild spring solitudes. / Now the orchards in full blow / Shed their petals white as snow.

All the air is honey-sweet / With the lilacs white and red, / Where the blossoming branches meet / In an arbor overhead. / And the laden cherry trees / Murmur with the hum of bees.

All the earth is fairy green, / And the sunlight filmy gold, / Full of ecstasies unseen, / Full of mysteries untold. / Who would not be out-of-door, / Now the spring is here once more!