Spring Song

WHEN spring to earth has come beyond a doubt,
all prodigal with sun,
the buds unbutton and the hills puff out,
while reckless rivers run,
and robins, baggageless, make haste to north,
their laundry quickly done—
All nature hurries gladly up and forth,
and men arise to greet
the spring, the poets galloping in van
on their frost-bitten feet.