In From The Fields

I wake in early morn    
The wee hours before the dawn      
Before the rooster crows      
And am out when first birds sing      
Rabbits dart      
As March hares will      
Across the roads      
Across the lawns      
Bedewed      
And quiet lumed      
By pale moon      
      
But its April now      
And spring's well in      
I love the clear, light days of spring      
Not heavy with the winter's cold      
Or oppressive heat that summer brings      
     
Oh, but spring!      
     
The compound best of both of these      
At last does enter in      
Into the main      
To find that I  
All in love and craft      
Beguiled by all this magic is      
I shelter well      
Whatever tempest or temperate mildness be      
'Mid the riotous bloom and buds      
As green again unfurls      
To skirt the borders of silvered stream      
     
Joyous burble sublime!      
     
Nature's cup o'r flowing      
Swiftly, darkling stream      
Threading field and woodland path      
Bejeweled with sunlight diamonds      
Here and there      
Gleaming in full sunlight's polish      
Ah, sweet singing      
Laying steady base to trilling warble      
Of song of lark and sparrow      
     
Come now, you, and walk with me      
And shake off winter's pale      
Along the winding trail      
Yet come the days of daisy chains      
And dandelion wine      
Now there's just the want of you      
In gorgeous sun light's spill      
For what spring speaks to the heart      
You sing to my heart still