THE young birds shy twitter br In hedges and bowers, br Fields brighten and glitter br With dewdrops and flowers. br Over flood, over fallow, br Impelled by old yearning, br The nest-building swallow br Exults at returning; br For dark days and hoary br Are routed and over, br Dark Winter is gone; br Resplendent in glory, br The earth meets her lover, br Her bridegroom the Sun. br br Must I alone sorrow, br Despairingly languish, br Breaks never a morrow br On the night of my anguish? br The jubilant gladness br In bird, beam, and blossom, br But deepens the sadness br That weighs on my bosom.