From sunny countries and skies blue <br />From which last autumn-tide you flew, <br />Return, dear birds, where you belong, <br />Most welcome, you! <br />The woods, bereft of leaf and song, <br />Weep for they have missed you too long. <br /> <br />In the eternal dome of azure <br />Did you not dream with longside pleasure <br />Of what you left? Did you not sigh <br />For dear Home's leisure? <br />Or cry when seeing in the sky <br />The clouds that northwardly did hie? <br /> <br />You sang to Nature paeans fraught <br />With holiness, strangers you taught <br />Our soulful doinas when, at times, <br />Of us you thought. <br />But did you tell them that their rhymes <br />Excel all those of other climes? <br /> <br />Now you come home - and you will see, <br />Again, the wood, the field, the lea, <br />Your nests in groves, so warm and deep; <br />'Tis summer, verily. <br />I feel I have a mind to leap, <br />To laugh for joy, for joy to weep! <br /> <br />You come accompanied by flowers, <br />By gentle winds and sun-warmed showers, <br />And nights so rife with honey-dew, <br />And cheerful hours. <br />You thus take everything with you, <br />And bring back everything anew.<br /><br />George Cosbuc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-harbingers/
