I heralded that first flower
Resplendent in the Spring
And hearkened to the Robin's tune
Her stunning carolling

I thought there is no mortal joy
Comparable to this
The tune without words deploys
The most beatific bliss

I dared not interrupt her
For fear that I might startle
Her delicate, timid soul
And end her tender warble

I could not bear a world
Where I would be denied to swoon
To Nature's passionate music
Lifting souls like a Balloon