Spring

First came the rain, loud, with sonorous lips;
  A pursuivant who heralded a prince:
  And dawn put on a livery of tints,
  And dusk bound gold about her hair and hips:
  And, all in silver mail, then sunlight came,
  A knight, who bade the winter let him pass,
  And freed imprisoned beauty, naked as
  The Court of Love, in all her wildflower shame.
  And so she came, in breeze-borne loveliness,
  Across the hills; and heav'n bent down to bless:
  Before her face the birds were as a lyre;
  And at her feet, like some strong worshiper,
  The shouting water pæan'd praise of her,
  Who, with blue eyes, set the wild world on fire.