Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/139

Rh With a rapturous shiver—

Like that that makes eager the pulse of the river

When something at last tells it Winter is past—

Awoke at the sound of her voice, and replied.

A libation to Spring!—ah, quickly! pour fast!

She is there! She is here!—in the sky—on the sea—

In the Morning-Land waiting my heart and me!