| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. Spring | | By Park Benjamin (1809–1864) |
| | | THE BIRDS sing cheerily, the streamlets shout | |
| As if in echo; tones are all around: | |
| The air is filled with one pervading sound | |
| Of merriment. Bright creatures flit about; | |
| Slight spears of emerald glitter from the ground, | 5 |
| And frequent flowers, like helms of bloom, are found; | |
| And, from the invisible army of fair things, | |
| Floats a low murmur like a distant sea! | |
| I hear the clarions of the insect-kings | |
| Marshal their busy cohorts on the lea. | 10 |
| Life, life in action,—’t is all music, all, | |
| From the enlivening cry of children free | |
| To the swift dash of waters as they fall, | |
| Released by thee, O Spring, to glad, wild liberty! | | | | |
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