Away from the Winter

Away from the Winter and all his wild ways,
To the blossoms that smile in the spring's laughing days,--
To the rivers that sing
In the gladness of spring,
Where the birds cleave the air on the love-laden wing!

Away from the walks of the snow-smitten town
To the fields where the bees for the honeys go down,
To the vales and the hills,
And the love-singing rills,
And the song of disconsolate, grieved whippoor-wills!

Away to the paths where the white lilies grow
And the daisies besprinkle the meadows below;
Where the roses blush new
In the arms of the dew,
And the stars toss the sweets of their kisses at you!