Spring's Return

A voice within me said, " Is not Spring fair?
Is not the light she moves in very sweet?
Sweet all the flowers that rise beneath her feet;
The songs of newly-mated birds that wear
Fresh plumage on their breasts; the lucid air
Wherein wild scents ecstatically meet;
Laughter of winds and waters, pulse and beat
Of Nature's heart, — hast thou in these no share?"

And I made answer, saying thus, " The bride
Clothed in fair raiment, in her maidens' sight
Looks fair to all, except that desolate one
Whose love upon the eve of marriage died —
She finds more fair the grave, sequester'd nun,
Seeing for both shall be no wedding night."