In Lyric Season

THE lyric April time is forth
With lyric mornings, frost and sun ;
From leaguers vast of night undone
Auroral mild new stars are born.

And ever at the year's return,
Along the valleys grey with rime,
Thou leadest as of old, where time
Can nought but follow to thy sway.

The trail is far through leagues of Spring
And long the quest to the white core
Of harvest quiet, yet once more
I gird me to the old unrest.

I know I shall not ever meet
Thy calm regard across the year,
And yet I know thou wilt draw near,
Nor stir the hour asleep on guard

Beside the orchard, when athwart
The dusk, a meteor's gleam unbars
God's lyric of the April stars
Above the autumn hills of dream.