NOW the lilac tree's in bud, <br />And the morning birds are loud. <br />Now a stirring in the blood <br />Moves the heart of every crowd. <br />Word has gone abroad somewhere <br />Of a great impending change. <br />There's a message in the air <br />Of an import glad and strange. <br />Not an idler in the street, <br />But is better off to-day. <br />Not a traveller you meet, <br />But has something wise to say. <br />Now there's not a road too long, <br />Not a day that is not good, <br />Not a mile but hears a song <br />Lifted from the misty wood. <br />Down along the Silvermine <br />That's the blackbird's cheerful note! <br />You can see him flash and shine <br />With the scarlet on his coat. <br />Now the winds are soft with rain, <br />And the twilight has a spell, <br />Who from gladness could refrain <br />Or with olden sorrows dwell?<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-the-lilac-tree-s-in-bud/
