Ecstasy

Heart, O my heart! lo, the springtime is waking

In meadow and grove.

Lo, the mellifluous koels are making

Their paeans of love.

Behold the bright rivers and rills in their glancing,

Melodious flight,

Behold how the sumptuous peacocks are dancing

In rhythmic delight.

Shall we in the midst of life's exquisite chorus

Remember our grief,

O heart, when the rapturous season is o'er us

Of blossom and leaf?

Their joy from the birds and the streams let us borrow,

O heart! let us sing,

The years are before us for weeping and sorrow . . .

To-day it is spring!