One time, I thought my true-love's call
Far sweeter was and dearer was
Then any sound could be.
But then, young spring-tide filled the air
With perfume and with song.
It seemed to fill the empty void,
My life had been, too long.
For suddenly, there came to me,
Upon a virgin wind,
Fresh blossom smells and wood-lark trills
To which there seemed no end,
And, though I still found time to pause,
Where she was softly lain,
Soon, joyous spring drew me away,
To wander with the wind.
Copyright (c) Spring 1970 by James R. Hoye