Renovation XIV.

Come, O Springtide of my Love: the World, again, make New!

Light in Heaven and Flowers on Earth, o'er Hill and Plain, make New!

With the blue gleaming Sun-gem, set thy new green Turban on;

And o'er the Fields all verdant, thy floral Train, make New!

Paint Meadows fresh with bright Buds, let Hedgerows sprout once more;

Rose Breast-Knots, slender Lilies in bathing Rain, make New!

Melt with thy warm Breath Winter's iced Coat and frozen Spear;

With tender Smile shame Hatred; Peace, ending Pain, make New!

The Air pines for thy Whisper, and the Rose's Breath is faint;

Then from Slumber rouse thy Zephyrs, and the feather'd Vane, make New!

Roll, Thunder, pour thy Bounty adown from bursting Cloud;

Now bathe from Head to Foot free, and Death's Disdain, make New!

Strike, Pine, upon the Wind-drum! O Plane-tree, clap thy Hands!

Brooding Love, the dreamy birth Down on feather'd Train, make New!

Vines, twine around the Elm Trees, God's Glory showing fair;

While Violets kiss the soft Sod, Spring's sweet Hymn-strain, make New!

Hyacinths the Tulips fondle; woos Rose the Nightingale.

While Turtles coo in low Notes, my Song's Refrain, make New!

Kindle Altar-fire in Blossoms, in Fragrance Incense burn;

The Pan Pipes that in dead Grass, long have silent lain, make New!

Let Leaves shoot quivering Tongues out, Love's Questionings in Play;

And whisp'ring to each other, Love's Wrangling vain, make New.

Hark! How the Morning Breezes, at rosy Dawn all call:

Up! Up! O Friend, 'tis Spring-time: the Soul's glad Reign, make New!

Behold the Spring in Glory! O thou Alchemist of Flowers,

Smelt the fiery Glow to Blossoms; our World, again, make New!