And now at last I come to it: spring,
Spring with his shoures sote,
Shoures of snow stille in Minnesota
But spring all the same, starting all over
All of those worthy projects in grass and clover
That somehow got tabled last October.
Spring in the trees and gardens, spring in the mind,
Spring in the fields and rivers, spring in the blood,
Spring, spring, spring, and then again spring,
Wet, warm, bright, green, good.
So now at last I come to it,
Long long overdue,
Come to it late by bobsled and skate but come
To it, by golly and gum!
To it! Tu-whit, tu-who!