Last night beneath the mockery of the moon <br />I heard the sudden startled whisperings <br />Of wakened birds settling their restless wings; <br />The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!" <br />And all the night with wonder was a-swoon. <br />A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things; <br />Some unseen hand hovered above the strings: <br />Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune. <br />And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed <br />In her grey robe against the coming heat. <br />A pulse awoke within the stirring street-- <br />The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown, <br />And through the quiet of the colonnade <br />The smoky perfume of boronia blown.<br /><br />Arthur Henry Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spring-sonnet/
