Love makes the Spring

Has spring come back? Is this the May
That makes the air so bland to-day?
The wild sweet winds are glad to know—
The waiting flowers begin to blow,
Green things are blithe along the way.

"What happy spell," I hear them say,
"Has turned the Winter into May?"
Each to the other—"Do you know?
Has Spring come back?"

Ah, Love is he who warms the day,
And turns the Winter into May—
And happy things begin to grow,
Alive with Love's glad overflow,
And answer to his ardent ray—
"Spring has come back."