Response

There is a music of immaculate love,
  That breathes within the virginal veins of Spring:--
  And trillium blossoms, like the stars that cling
  To fairies' wands; and, strung on sprays above,
  White-hearts and mandrake blooms, that look enough
  Like the elves' washing, white with laundering
  Of May-moon dews; and all pale-opening
  Wild-flowers of the woods, are born thereof.
  There is no sod Spring's white foot brushes but
  Must feel the music that vibrates within,
  And thrill to the communicated touch
  Responsive harmonies, that must unshut
  The heart of beauty for song's concrete kin,
  Emotions--that be flowers--born of such.