enkindle the season they smite.

II

And now that the rage of thy rapture is satiate with revel and
ravin and spoil of the snow,
And the branches it brightened are broken, and shattered the
tree-tops that only thy wrath could lay low,
How should not thy lovers rejoice in thee, leader and lord of the
year that exults to be born
So strong in thy strength and so glad of thy gladness whose
laughter puts winter and sorrow to scorn?
Thou hast shaken the snows from thy wings, and the frost on thy
forehead is molten: thy lips are aglow
As a lover's that kindle with kissing, and earth, with her raiment
and tresses yet wasted and torn,
Takes breath as she smiles in the grasp of thy passion to feel
through her spirit the sense of thee flow.

III

Fain, fain would we see but again for an hour what the wind and the
sun have dispelled and consumed,
Those full deep swan-soft feathers of snow with whose luminous
burden the branches implumed
Hung heavily, curved as a half-bent bow, and fledged not as birds
are, but petalled as flowers,
Each tree-top and branchlet a pinnacle jewelled and carved, or a
fountain that shines as it showers,
But fixed as a fountain is fixed not, and wrought not to last till
by time or by tempest entombed,
As a pinnacle carven and gilded of men: for the date of its doom is
no more than an hour's,
One hour of the sun's when the warm wind wakes him to wither the
snow-flowers that froze as they bloomed.

IV

As the sunshine quenches the snowshine; as April subdues thee, and
yields up his kingdom to May;
So time overcomes the regret that is born of delight as it passes
in passion away,
And leaves but a dream for desire to rejoice in or mourn for with
tears or thanksgivings; but thou,
Bright god that art gone from us, maddest and gladdest of months,
to what goal hast thou gone from us now?
For somewhere surely the storm of thy laughter that lightens, the
beat of thy wings that play,
Must flame as a fire through the world, and the heavens that we
know not rejoice in thee: surely thy brow
Hath lost not its radiance of empire, thy spirit the joy that
impe