VERNAL EQUINOX

See my longing eyes behold Her,

She has come and I am blessed.

Never maiden met a wooer

With a love surpassing mine.

What a winsome dainty creature

Is my sweet and charming one

See, she dresses Her fair tresses

With the golden shafts of Sun.

See how gaily She is wreathing

Green, with white and purple bloom,

Till me heart beats hard with breathing

Such a sweet and fresh perfume.

Hark, She speaks, soft winds are coming

Rich and varied music floats

Now below in brooklets humming

Then above the woodlarks notes.

She bids the buds to come right open

Fairies dance in flowered ring

Coven use the woodland glen

When my Goddess is called Spring.