APRIL, MAY and JUNE

Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by 

All my dreaming?

Spring was like a call to me 

That I could not answer,
I was chained to loneliness, 

I, the dancer.

Willow, twinkling in the sun, 

Still your leaves and hear me, 

I can answer spring at last, 

Love is near me!

MAY NIGHT

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight, 

The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing—