Spring

Sweet now the songs of day shall come Like honey melted to be free Of birds delicious tongue Sweet now the sunflower's golden eye Eastward turns to see What choirs from orion hum This sweet blend of minstrelsy It is spring time on the cracking ice Spring where the mountains weep For more time to hug the white kiss Of sleep. Spring dances in the trees And on the lap of erotic seas O spring is come Except where soldiers hearts are numbed For comrades fallen there. The unsung heroes cannot hear The song of children play Nor see where dawn with shaken hair Dance from the pole away Across the ecsatic bar Of a raucus sea. Spring walks voluptuos here Flaunting her breast against a soldier's tear.