Robert Laurence Binyon - A Spring Song lyrics

Not yet a bough to bud may dare On the naked tree. Yet happy leaves in the bough prepare, And could I see Far as a soaring bird, I know Where young in sheen The willow, swaying soft and slow, Laughs gold and green. O in the winter's waste to build A tower of song! My Love should enter when she willed That tower strong And climb, and see beyond the bare Dark branches' dearth Spring, shaking out her golden hair, Smile up the earth.