Youth’s Spring Tribute

Lyrics

On this sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear I lay, and spread your hair on either side And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed Look through the golden tresses here and there On these debateable borders of the year Spring's foot half falters; scarce she yet may know The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow And through her bowers the wind' s way still is clear But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned and feel my kiss Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray Up your warm throat to your warm lips: for this Is even the hour of Love's sworn suitservice With whom cold hearts are counted castaway