Written At The Commencement Of Spring. Poem by Susan Evance

FROM the blue depths of western skies
The zephyr comes, on gentlest wing!
And whisp'ring as he onward flies,
Proclaims the sweet approach of Spring.

Ah see, she comes- in beauty drest,
With buds and blossoms gaily crown'd;
Wakes Nature from her dreams of rest,
And spreads enchantment all around.

Season reviving to the heart!
The pow'rful magic of thy smile.
To Joy can livelier warmth impart,
And Grief of half her pain beguile.

In the young mind where fancy glows,
Where Hope displays her lovely store,
Each leaf that spreads, each flow'r that blows
Inspires delight unfelt before.

Ah! though for me the charms of Spring
No more awakes those feelings wild,
Those rapturous dreams, they used to bring
When life and all its prospects smil'd: -

Yet still emotions mild and sweet
Steal o'er my sooth'd and tranquil breast;
Sad memory's throbs forget to beat,
And thought regretful sinks to rest.