Augusta Webster - I. "Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now" lyrics

Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill because the spring is here And spring means trilling on a blossomy bough; 'Tis the spring joy that has no why or how, But sees the sun and hopes not nor can fear-- Spring is so sweet and spring seems all the year. Dear voice, the first-come birds but trill as thou. Oh music of my heart, be thus for long: Too soon the spring bird learns the later song; Too soon a sadder sweetness slays content Too soon! There comes new light on onward day, There comes new perfume o'er a rosier way: Comes not again the young spring joy that went.