The Sprites of Spring
Call upon unearthly eyes, childhood rhymes and fields of poppies
Like swaying dancers, jubilant for sun. Hark, Ye noble spirits of Spring
Dwelling deep beneath February’s doleful ending.
Hold fast, Ye prodigal children of belief, see the Fairies of the Wind for
Rustling, stretching, with giggles of naughty joy, The Sprites of Spring awaken,
Sweeping through and cleansing. Winging on the night and brightening the day.
Call upon dreams of yearning. Oh, for the gift of other-earthly eyes!
To see yet beyond the doleful winter sky, to hear the Noble Sprites
To hear the naughty rustling of the Spring and brightening of the day!