Dark sod pierced by flames of flowers, Dead wood freshly quickening, Bright skies dusked with sudden showers, Lit by rainbows on the wing. Cuckoo calls and young lambs' bleating, Nimble airs which coyly bring Little gusts of tender greeting From shy nooks where violets cling. Half-fledged buds and birds and vernal Fields of grass dew-glistening; Evanescent life's eternal Resurrection, bridal Spring!