,TINDY the sky and mad;
  Surly the gray March day;
Bleak the forests and sad,
  Sad for the beautiful May.

On maples tasseled with red
  No blitie bird swinging sung;
The broo.c in its lonely bed
  Compa.ined in an unknown tongue.

We walked in the wasted wood:
  IHer face as the Spring's was fair,
Her blood was the Spring's own blood,
  The Spring's her radiant hair.

And we found in the windy wild
  One cowering violet,
Like a frail and tremulous child
  In the 'aked leaves bowed and wet.

And I sighed at the sight, with pain
  For the May's warm face in the wood,
May's pa-sions of sun and rain,
  May's .-aiment of bloom and of bud.

But she slid when she saw me sad,
  " Tho' the world be gloomy as fate,
And we -earn for the days to be glad,
  Dear heart, we can afford to wait.