Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/182



HE air is full of perfume and the promise of the spring,

From wintry mould the dainty blossoms come;

There's not a bird in all the boughs but's eager now to sing,

And from afar a ship is sailing home!

The cherry-blooms, all lightly blown about the verdant sward,

With silver fleck the dandelion's gold;

The jasmine and arbutus breathe the fragrance they have stored;

The crumpled ferns, like faery tents, unfold.

And low the rills are laughing, and the rivers in the sun

Are gliding on, impatient for the sea;

The wintry days are past and gone, the summer is begun,

And love from far is sailing home to me!