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-
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.
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-
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.
© Sara Teasdale