A Light Exists in Spring
A
Light
exists
in
Spring
Not
present
on
the
Year
At
any
other
period
—
When
March
is
scarcely
here
A
Color
stands
abroad
On
Solitary
Fields
That
Science
cannot
overtake
But
Human
Nature
feels.
It
waits
upon
the
Lawn,
It
shows
the
furthest
Tree
Upon
the
furthest
Slope
you
know
It
almost
speaks
to
you.
Then
as
Horizons
step
Or
Noons
report
away
Without
the
Formula
of
sound
It
passes
and
we
stay
—
A
quality
of
loss
Affecting
our
Content
As
Trade
had
suddenly
encroached
Upon
a
Sacrament.