| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. On the Arrival of Spring | | By George James De Wilde |
| | | NOW is the young Spring with us: her blue eyes | |
| And sunny smile come flushing through the tears | |
| Rude March hath startled from her; for she hears | |
| The gentle footfall and the wooing sighs | |
| Of coming April, nor to him denies | 5 |
| (Sweet task!) the soothing of her virgin fears. | |
| More balmy and more balmy, as he nears, | |
| Her breath becomes; more sunny bright her eyes. | |
| And now to live!—now to arouse and shake | |
| The wintry torpor from the spirit,—now | 10 |
| To see the early Sun from slumber wake, | |
| And bathe in moonshine the uplifted brow; | |
| To shame dull Winter,—time for work,—yet take | |
| Much holiday for art’s and friendship’s sake. | | | | |
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