In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 115

Now fades the last long streak of snow,

    Now burgeons every maze of quick

    About the flowering squares, and thick

By ashen roots the violets blow.

Now rings the woodland loud and long,

    The distance takes a lovelier hue,

    And drown'd in yonder living blue

The lark becomes a sightless song.

Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,

    The flocks are whiter down the vale,

    And milkier every milky sail

On winding stream or distant sea;

Where now the seamew pipes, or dives

    In yonder greening gleam, and fly

    The happy birds, that change their sky

To build and brood; that live their lives

From land to land; and in my breast

    Spring wakens too; and my regret

    Becomes an April violet,

And buds and blossoms like the rest.