When I see a young tree br In its white beginning, br With white leaves br And white buds br Barely tipped with green, br In the April weather, br In the weeping sunshine— br Then I see my lady, br My democratic queen, br Standing free and equal br With the youngest woodland sapling br Swaying, singing in the wind, br Delicate and white: br Soul so near to blossom, br Fragile, strong as death; br A kiss from far-off Eden, br A flash of Judgment's trumpet— br April's breath.