At dawn a gay gallant comes to the eaves And trills a song unto his lady fair, And then, above the reach of boyish thieves, A building nest sways in the balmy air; One day a flower upon a window sill Puts forth a bud, and as its beauty grows The sun—gay prodigal!—with life-light glows, The while he reads the doom of storms and snows; And then—and then—there comes the springtime's thrill!