Make Haste! Courage Make!

Make haste! Courage make! Though it be winter cold Today Though rain-drops patter soft Today Though thunder rumbles rare Though lightning rarer be Though weary days pass slow Though dreary be the days Though dark and pensive grow The faces Though rains massive be occasional Though rasping of the winds Though door and window chinks And nooks Round corners of he house Singes Round the old chimney erodes Even when Dawn smiling alights: The more that Time flows The nearer the day of hopes Of warm times and warm days Grow, move, progress And aspiring in the air Already one feels whiffs Of freshness of the Spring And odour of first bulbs opening Millimetrically, as by hiding And in secretive secret unfolding: And of the first flowers scent And of the night-dews scent Akin to Spring And the harking of the lark The nightingale at night The frosty grumbling owl Of Wisdom and of Dawn!