I Did Not Know

I did not know— And it was but a few short days ago— How near to spring, it was; the world lay still In all the bitter cold of winter chill; Yet even then the May-buds with the glow Of burning lips pressed to the melting snow Had kissed themselves a window, to the sky,— And spring was nigh.

I did not know— Ah, was it such a little while ago!— Within my heart how near it was to spring; I did not guess the blessed blossoming, Until this gladsome morn I woke, and lo! Sweet with new fragrance does the whole world grow From that so fair and snow-sprung flower dear,— And spring is here!