O Thou Breeze Of Spring!

O thou breeze of spring! Gladdening sea and shore, Wake the woods to sing, Streams have felt the sighing Of thy scented wing, Let each found replying, Hail thee, breeze of spring, Once more! O'er long-buried flowers Passing, not in vain, Odours in soft showers Thou hast brought again, Let the primrose greet thee, Incense forth to meet thee - Wake my heart no more! No more! From a funeral urn Bower'd in leafy gloom, Ev'n thy soft return Calls not song or bloom. Leave my spirit sleeping Like that silent thing; Stir the founts of weeping There , O breeze of spring, No more!