Spring Will Come Again

The winter will be over soon,
A memory of snow and sleet,
An echo of a white monsoon
That flutters past the blooming week.
The birds will cease to hide their heads
The deer will turn a milky eye:
And men will rise from bundled beds
To see the triumph of the sky.
Despair is not fit for the spring,
And God ordains a calmer day
When linnets rise their golden wings
And hills begin their rushy play.
Soon the blue brook will be bright with sun,
And the rock will emerge from its coat of ice
Storms will one second be over and done,
So smile, and follow the bluebird's advice.