MAKE me over, mother April,

When the sap begins to stir!

When thy flowery hand delivers

All the mountain-prisoned rivers,

And thy great heart beats and quivers 5

To revive the days that were,

Make me over, mother April,

When the sap begins to stir!

 

Take my dust and all my dreaming,

Count my heart-beats one by one, 10

Send them where the winters perish;

Then some golden noon recherish

And restore them in the sun,

Flower and scent and dust and dreaming,

With their heart-beats every one! 15

 

Bliss Carman (1861–1929) "Spring Song".