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The First Smile of Spring
By Théophile Gautier (18111872)
W
Men run panting,
March that laughs, in spite of showers,
Quietly gets Spring ready.
Slyly, when all sleep,
He irons little collars
And chisels gold studs.
He goes, cunning hair-dresser,
With a swan-puff,
And powders snow-white the almond-tree.
He goes down to the garden
And laces the rosebuds
In their green velvet corsets.
That he sings in a low tone to the blackbirds,
He strews the meadows with snowdrops
And the woods with violets.
Where drinks the stag, with listening ear,
With his concealed hand he scatters
The silver bells of the lilies of the valley.
Then, when his work is done
And his reign about to end,
On the threshold of April, turning his head,
He says, Spring, you may come!