I feel the onward rush of spring once more,
Tearing upon the unresistant land,
And foaming up the dark hibernate shore,
As turbulent waves unfurled on turbid sand!
The cataclysm of the uncurled leaf,
The soundless thunder of the bursting green,
Stuns every field. The sudden war is short,
And instantly the flag of truce is seen,
The still, white blossom raised upon the bough,
(Singer of darkness, oh, be silent now!
Raise no defense, dare to erect no wall,
But let the living fire, the angry storm fall
with lyric paeans of victory once more
against your own blindly surrendered shore!)