Revealment

A SENSE of sadness in the golden air,
A dreaminess, that has no part in care, —
As if the Season, by some woodland pool,
Braiding the early blossoms in her hair,
Seeing her loveliness reflected there,
Had sighed to find herself so beautiful.

A pensiveness, a feeling as of fear,
Holy and dim as of a mystery near, —
As if the World about us listening went,
With lifted finger and hand-hollowed ear,
Hearkening a music that we cannot hear,
Haunting the quickening earth and firmament.

A yearning of the soul that has no name,
Expectancy that is both wild and tame, —
As if the Earth, from out its azure ring
Of heavens, looked to see, as white as flame —
As Perseus once to chained Andromeda came —
The swift, divine revealment of the Spring.