Divination

HOW do you know the Spring is nigh,Heart, my heart?Is it a something in the sky?Is it a perfume wafted by?Or is it your own longing's cry—Heart, my heart?

Oh, yes, I know you 've ways to tell,Heart, my heart,When Spring released from Winter's spellSows amaranth and asphodel:Ways tender and impalpable,Heart, my heart:

Signs that have never yet betrayed,Heart, my heart:—The bluebird's note in a leafless glade,An answering rapture, half afraid,The dream-filled eyes of a shy, sweet maid,—Heart, my heart!