Vision of Spring

         This, to a golden Spring afternoon
         When the sun drifts low in the sky,
         And a remnant of light
         Dapples over the trees
         That sway with a rustling sigh.

         And this, to a silvery night in Spring
         When the moon bathes the world in its balm,
         As the stillness of peace
         And a juniper breeze
         Weave a spell that is drowsy and calm.

         This, to the glory of night and of day
         In springtime’s most delicate mold,
         For a night born in spring
         Is like silver’s soft gleam
         And a day like the pureness of gold.