ALL my heart is stirring lightly <br />Like dim violets winter-bound, <br />Quickening as they feel the brightly <br />Glowing sunlight underground. <br /> <br />Yea, this drear and silent bosom, <br />Hushed as snow-hid grove but now, <br />Breaketh into leaf and blossom <br />Like a gleaming vernal bough. <br /> <br />Oh the singing, singing, singing! <br />Callow hopes that thrill my breast! <br />Can the lark of love be winging <br />Back to its abandoned nest?<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-ii-9/
