May Magic

In the under-wood and the over-wood There is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way. It is wren and thrush and the robin-gush, And the flute of the vireo, And when there's a pause, and when there's a hush, The wind, now loud, now low! On the under-leaf and the over-leaf There is shimmer of dye this day, For oh, the hues beyond belief On shoot and bough and spray! There are all the tints that the rainbow glints,— King-cup loved of the bee, Violet, trillium, beryl mints, And the pink anemone! In the under-air and the over-air There is wonder abroad this day; The whole wide face of the world is fair With the magic of the May; For the breath of God has kindled the sod, And swept the skies along, Till every branch is an Aaron's rod, And every sound a song!