Now that the first flowers are out,
What shall we ever do?
Rejoice, my dears, rejoice,
And kick up our heels.
And go to look at every one
New-come from the bud.
Not yet the tides of spring
Bring blossoms from the wood.
These are the ones that dare.
Yes, and welcome everywhere,
Welcome spider threads,
Welcome waked-up wasps,
And worms that the first birds need,
Welcome green-eyed love.
The boy is about.
Come now, not one tear.
Hear these violins of air.
Source: Studies for an Actress and Other Poems
What shall we ever do?
Rejoice, my dears, rejoice,
And kick up our heels.
And go to look at every one
New-come from the bud.
Not yet the tides of spring
Bring blossoms from the wood.
These are the ones that dare.
Yes, and welcome everywhere,
Welcome spider threads,
Welcome waked-up wasps,
And worms that the first birds need,
Welcome green-eyed love.
The boy is about.
Come now, not one tear.
Hear these violins of air.
Source: Studies for an Actress and Other Poems
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