A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE 
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A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE 
 
Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of his 
guerdon, 
Now when the blossoms are full on the bountiful 
delicate spray ; 
Now has the year sprung aloft and shaken the frost 
and its burden, 
April is come with his showers, sun laughs and 
promises May. 
Newly the bird sings of Love, newly he wooeth a 
maiden, 
Newly the heart of a boy leaps, and his eyes catch 
its fire. 
Light is his laugh as the sea, with no sad remem-
brances laden ; 
Light as the sea, and as fierce and fickle is grown 
his desire. 
Here in the spring we are free, as the winds that look 
love at the ocean ; 
Change we and weary too soon of delight that is 
hardly begun ;